Chapter 460 The Aftermath [1]

Chapter 460 The Aftermath [1]

Chapter 459: The Aftermath [1] n/.O--v((e--l-.b.)I)-n

Aurora sat in the grand hall, her body wrapped in tight bandages, bearing the wounds of a recent fierce battle. Her face bore the marks of pain and loss, but her spirit remained unyielding. A deep sadness and anger swirled within her eyes, matching the heaviness that hung in the air.

She was the leader who lead all the Heavenly Wolves.

Due to lack of mana, she couldn't maintain her man form.

Her right arm was conspicuously absent, severed in the midst of the chaotic conflict. It now lay as a grim reminder of the price she had paid for her loyalty and dedication.

The bandages around her other wounds were being meticulously applied by a skilled hand, an individual tasked with tending to her injuries and offering what solace they could in the face of such devastation.

In the hall, the vice-leader stood before her, his posture laden with guilt and regret. He dared not meet Aurora's gaze, for the burden he carried was one of profound magnitude.

It was his own disciple, the one he had nurtured and guided, who had betrayed their cause. The weight of that betrayal was etched upon his features, his downcast eyes and trembling hands betraying his inner turmoil.

Amidst the lingering confusion, the elders found solace in the fact they hadn't lost their leader. The turmoil that had consumed their kingdom had been resolved, but the heavy toll of lives lost weighed heavily on their hearts.

Their thoughts were abruptly interrupted by the arrival of a disheveled man, beads of sweat glistening on his forehead. He burst into the hall, his breath ragged and his expression filled with urgency.

The man's sudden entrance caused a stir among the elders, their attention swiftly turning towards him. They exchanged curious glances, wondering what could have compelled someone to interrupt their solemn gathering. With a gesture from their transformed leader, the room fell silent, allowing the man to catch his breath and speak.

"Master! Master!" The voice grew louder with each frantic cry, echoing through the hall. The woman seated on the throne turned her attention to the source of the commotion, her eyes meeting the disheveled man who had burst into the chamber.

"What is it?" Her voice, surprisingly gentle and feminine, caught the man off guard.

Startled, the man blinked in confusion, his gaze shifting between the unfamiliar figure before him and the surroundings. He had expected to find his revered leader, the one whose commanding presence had guided them through countless trials. But instead, he was met with the unexpected sight of a woman occupying the throne.

Surprise danced across his face as he struggled to process the situation unfolding before him. His mind raced with questions, seeking understanding amidst the unexpected turn of events. How could the leader have transformed into a female? What had transpired in their absence to bring about such a dramatic change?

His voice trembled with bewilderment as he finally found his words. "Huh..?" he stammered, his eyes darting around the silent hall, confirming that this woman was indeed their leader.

The man's perplexity deepened, but he could not deny the undeniable truth before him. The transformation of their leader was real, and he had no choice but to accept it. As he stood there, the pieces of the puzzle began to come together, realizing that the leader's apparent silence and aloofness in the past had likely been a consequence of the immense mana required to maintain such a transformative form.

"Speak."