Reincarnated As A Wolf With Cheats



Chapter 459: The Aftermath [1]

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.

Aurora's voice broke the heavy silence, her words laced with a mix of exhaustion and anguish. "What was their purpose?" she asked, her voice trembling with a blend of curiosity and despair. Her inquiry resonated through the silence, echoing the thoughts and doubts that plagued her wounded heart.

The bandager worked diligently, striving to offer some measure of relief to Aurora's battered form. Yet, it was a mere gesture, a fleeting respite from the torment that raged within her.

In that solemn hall, the wounds of the body were stark reminders of the battles fought, but the wounds of the soul ran deeper still. The shadows of treachery and shattered trust cast a pall over the once-united ranks, leaving only fragments of a once-loyal alliance. 

Elder Ros had already been exposed as a traitor, his treacherous actions leaving no room for doubt or debate. The consequences for his betrayal had been swift and decisive. However, for Tesa and his teacher, the Vice-Leader, a trial was on the horizon, where their actions and involvement would be thoroughly examined.

Tesa had managed to escape, slipping through the cracks of justice for the time being. The search for him would continue, but the focus had shifted to the Vice-Leader, as it was under his guidance and mentorship that Tesa had fallen astray. The burden of responsibility bore heavily upon the Vice-Leader's shoulders, and he willingly accepted the consequences of his actions.

The Vice-Leader stood there, despite his efforts to appear stoic, his body language gave away his conflicting feelings of despair and regret.There was no defiance or attempt to shift blame; instead, he embraced his mistakes and prepared himself for the judgment that awaited him.

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The elders who gathered in the hall couldn't help but feel a mix of confusion and astonishment as they laid their eyes upon their leader. The figure seated upon the leader's chair was not the man they had always known but rather a woman, radiating an air of authority and power that demanded their attention.

Whispers filled the hall as the elders exchanged glances, their expressions a blend of curiosity and disbelief. How could their leader undergo such a drastic transformation? It was now apparent why their leader had seldom spoken, for maintaining such a form required an immense expenditure of mana. 

The realization dawned upon them that their leader had been tirelessly manipulating their voice all this time, an incredible feat that only served to deepen their admiration.

While they studied the transformed leader, a newfound understanding began to emerge. It became clear that the leader's appearance was not a mere whim or an arbitrary choice, but a deliberate expression of their true self. The leader's gender, once shrouded in mystery, now laid bare before them, challenging their preconceived notions and urging them to broaden their perspectives.

lightsΝοvel 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."

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