"This time, no one can save you."
As he watched Sterl, who was about to be utterly erased by the Fallen Moon's Death Ray, the madness and coldness in the eyes of the Silver Moon Wolf God gradually faded.
He had paid an enormous price, even burning his divine authority, causing irreparable damage to himself. The Silver Moon Wolf God was unsure whether what he had done was worth it, but now, his mind was unusually calm, as if he had pulled out a lingering shadow deeply rooted in his soul.
Yet even now, he still felt a chilling presence that sent shivers down his spine. But the situation was already decided. After thinking it over, he couldn't figure out what other trump cards Hades might still have to reverse the situation.