(God's POV)

The sacred golden glow inside the dungeon hadn't fully faded when the heavy blast doors were violently rammed open from the outside.

Mrs. Reynolds rushed in with a fully armed guard unit, her high heels clicking frantically and unevenly against the rubble.

She didn't spare a glance at her dying son or the Southern Wolf King kneeling in a pool of blood.

Like a madwoman, she threw herself at the ancient totem in the center of the dungeon, clawing frantically ...