Arthur’s refusal caused Helena to bow her head deeply, letting her tears fall and wet the dry ground beneath her feet.After a long silence hung heavy between them, Helena finally nodded slowly with profound resignation.“All right, if that is truly what you’re asking of me, Arthur,” Helena said as she wiped away her tears. “I will return and seek justice for my father. But know this: I’m doing this not for the kingdom, but because I respect your request.” Helena continued, for she realized that what Arthur had said was also for her own good.Helena then turned her back on Arthur, allowing her body to be enveloped once more by a silver glow until her white wolf form reappeared. Without another glance back, the white wolf leaped forward, sprinting through the trees to make her way home to the Land of Avtar, leaving Arthur alone at the edge of that remote village.Helena’s primary destination was no longer just the royal palace, but the territory of the White Wolf Clan—her birthplace, w

Behind the thick wooden door of her private chamber, which was locked tight, Queen Avtar slumped wearily until she was sitting on the cold floor.The darkness of the room, devoid of candlelight, seemed to mirror the emptiness now lodged deep within her chest. The tears she had been holding back finally broke free, streaming down her increasingly gaunt cheeks; the woman now felt utterly weak.Helena’s explanation kept echoing in her head like the torturous toll of a bell.Every word spoken by the white werewolf tore apart the Queen’s inner defenses. Arthur had never betrayed her. The child Helena was carrying was not Arthur’s. Even when they were far apart and faced with cruel accusations, that man had kept his distance, respected her, and risked everything just for her honor and happiness—but what had she done? She had actually driven him away simply because she was disgusted with herself.“Arthur,” Queen Avtar whispered softly, clutching her chest, which felt incredibly tight. “Forgi

While the Land of Avtar was shrouded in boundless despair and regret, thousands of miles away beyond the unclaimed lands of the northern region, Arthur made his way through the thick fog enveloping the Skull Ice Mountains.This place was known as the Valley of Death, a forbidden territory not even marked on any royal map. A cold wind blew fiercely, carrying sharp snowflakes capable of cutting through the skin of an ordinary person.Arthur pulled his gray cloak tighter around himself. Behind his back, the double-edged Heirloom Sword emitted a faint golden glow, keeping his body warm amid the extreme weather.Arthur’s footsteps halted before a steep, sheer chasm. Across the chasm stood the sturdy ruins of an ancient temple, built in a mystical architectural style from the era of the gods. However, the path leading there was blocked by a black aura rising high from the bottom of the chasm.GRRRRR…The earth shook violently. From the darkness of the chasm, a gigantic, three-headed creatur