The atmosphere in Totemic Castle was austere, and the people going back and forth didn’t even dare breathe loudly, lest they attract a disaster. Two great shamans had changed during this period, so everyone else in the tribe could sense the danger upon them.

The castle was built at the summit of a precipitous cliff, a highly advantageous position in terms of defense. At first, the castle’s Eastern-Sea side was largely unguarded, but now there were regular patrols day and night since Qianye killed the great shaman and jumped into the ocean.

There was a quiet dungeon below the castle, the depth of which was even greater than the height of the castle itself. Two werewolves in jailor’s uniform were walking downward along the humid passage at this point, complaining about the weather as they went. Werewolves, as a race, weren’t afraid of the cold, but they loathed moisture with a passion.

There were lamps only at certain intervals along the way, and the dim light from them could barely illuminate a one-meter radius around them. Hence, the greater part of...