After what felt like an eternity, Asher finally regained consciousness. His body still ached from the battle, but relief washed over him as he found himself surrounded by his teammates. Their expressions ranged from exhaustion to satisfaction. They had done it. They had torn through the dragon's insides and salvaged everything valuable they could find.
The dragon's carcass had been stripped of anything worth selling, and its remains had been traded for a hefty sum. However, there was one thing they had chosen to keep—the core. Unlike the other parts, the core was priceless. Its worth was beyond mere currency, and they all knew it.
Their meeting had been brief, focusing solely on their next move. Yet, despite the discussion, Asher found himself lost in thought. He had no clear direction. This had been his only lead—the only path to uncovering the truth behind the forced creation of Night Terrors. And now, he was at a crossroads.
