Sophia, well-versed in werewolf history, understood this better than anyone.
Killing a Sequence 8 dragon while still at Sequence 9?
The rewards would be unimaginable.
Faster progression, cutting months or years off the struggle.
Greater resistance to higher-level beings, making future battles easier.
Unlocking potential hidden within the Werewolf Path.
A successful dragon hunt could reshape their entire future.
But looking up at the massive cliffs, no one acted rashly.
Above them stood a ruined palace, its golden light piercing through the darkness like a beacon of the past.
It was more than just an ancient structure, the very air around it vibrated with power, forming a divine ring of golden brilliance that defied the maze's eternal twilight.
A dwarven temple?
William frowned.
It didn't feel like one.
The earth around it was split and broken, as if some cosmic force had ripped the land apart, leaving one side sunken while the other was thrust high into the cliffs.
