Chapter 335: The Survivors

**Thelma Zane’s Perspective** Leviathan's nonchalant demeanor ignited a spark of anger within me. Her casual dismissal of the chaos and suffering she had sown was infuriating. “Don’t try to play innocent,” I challenged her. “Are you saying you didn’t give the werewolves the power to teleport? That you had no hand in contaminating the concentrate?” Leviathan’s lips curled into a smirk. “It’s all a fair exchange,” she replied, her tone dripping with condescension. “They offer sacrifices, and I grant them rewards. Isn’t that how it works when your kind offers sacrifices to the moon? As for how it’s done, I’m not one to bother with the specifics.” Her cold-blooded and dismissive attitude grated on my nerves. She was a hypocritical force of nature, indifferent to the devastation she left in her wake. “Well,” she continued, her form starting to fade, “I just wanted to say hello. It’s been three years since our last meeting. I trust you enjoyed the journey I arranged for you before.” Her