Raymond turned around and walked towards a golden coffin while chanting prayers loudly.
The Werewolves behind him knelt on one knee again, their expressions reverent and fervent.
Raymond reached the golden coffin and fully immersed a golden wolf-hair brush into the Holy Grail.
Then, holding the brush in his right hand, he began drawing mystical runes on the golden coffin.
After more than ten minutes of drawing, Raymond finally stopped.
By this time, Raymond was drenched in sweat. Clearly, drawing mystical runes had taken a toll on him.
The surface of the golden coffin was almost entirely covered with dark red rune lines.
Raymond put down the brush and quickly formed a series of strange hand seals with both hands.
While weaving seals, Raymond’s Werewolf essence began transferring to the surface of the golden coffin from a distance.
The dark red rune lines gradually turned gold-white.
Raymond’s brown hair also began turning white.
As the rune lines completely turned gold-white, Raymond’s hair became entirely white. The surface of the golden coffin emitted an extremely dazzling golden light.
Under the illumination of this golden light, Wolfsbane Hall appeared resplendent and magnificent.
The golden light quickly dimmed, and the gold-white rune lines soon merged into the surface of the golden coffin.
At this moment, if one looked inside the golden coffin, they would see a woman lying inside with a golden heart floating three centimeters above her chest.
The golden heart began to beat, making a “thump-thump” sound.
Then, it started moving towards the woman’s chest until it completely merged into her chest.
All mystical changes disappeared at this point.
Wolfsbane Hall returned to its previous calmness.
At this moment, you could hear a pin drop. All Werewolves held their breath and focused their gaze on the golden coffin, waiting for Her Majesty the Wolf Empress to awaken.
Three minutes passed.
No movement.
Ten minutes passed, still no movement.
“Why hasn’t Her Majesty the Wolf Empress awakened?”
“Did we fail to awaken her?”
“No, it shouldn’t be like this. Her Majesty will definitely wake up.”
The quiet atmosphere was finally broken by anxious Werewolves.
Duke Richard felt nervous and couldn’t help but look at Raymond. “Grand Elder Raymond, Her Majesty…”
Raymond continued to quietly watch Her Majesty in the coffin. Hearing Richard’s words, he didn’t turn his head but replied, “Duke Richard, be patient. The time has not yet come.”
What Raymond had just performed was Reawakening, a ritual passed down through generations of Werewolves without interruption.
Although it was Raymond’s first time performing it, he knew he had succeeded.
If he hadn’t succeeded, he would have fallen into eternal slumber like Her Majesty.
Since he hadn’t fallen asleep, it meant that Her Majesty should awaken soon.
While the Werewolves continued to wait, a figure flying on a sword appeared above the ancient castle.
The glass roof of the castle suddenly shattered with a loud noise, sending countless shards falling downwards.
A huge hole appeared in the roof, allowing night winds to howl inside.
A figure rushed in with the wind and hovered in mid-air.
All Werewolves simultaneously looked up at the top of the castle.