"NOOOOO!"
Hearing a scream of pain that sounded more like the howlings of a wounded animal, everyone looked in the direction of the scream.
"This is..."
"Don't tell me… Elder lost…"
The werewolves couldn't believe what they were hearing, they couldn't believe their Elder lost.
"Not even the elder was able to defeat a vampire count…?" One of the werewolves asked aloud in disbelief, while this werewolf also felt envious of vampires who didn't rely on an Alpha to get stronger.
"Master won!" Bruna somehow felt an immense satisfaction, and she found this feeling very strange. After all, she was celebrating the death of someone, and, as a Nun, this was something unthinkable.
But...
"It's okay, he's my god, so if he said it, he's correct!" Her eyes weren't pretty.
'He avenged my childhood friend too! As expected of my god.'
The power of faith was incredible, wasn't it?