The Lycan Elder was staring at his daughter with a reverent look.
"You're saying that my daughter is the Avatar of the Moon Goddess?"
Karl nodded. "Indeed. She has the Wolf Lord Class, and the favour of the Moon Goddess. I don't think that the Class is innately an Avatar-based class, so it's likely a matter of faith and favour."
He looked down at the trinket on her wrist, which now glowed with pure white light.
But everyone else was focused on the fact that four giant werewolves had become eight. Eight werewolves, even if they were golems that couldn't use skills, was a formidable force.
Attaining such favour as a preteen was unheard of. Normally, by the time that you were named an Elder, you were close to Peak Immortal, and had attracted the attention of the Gods.
Karl was already an outlier in the crowd's eyes, having the title at Void Immortal.
