The First Tower

The Rhogart Continent, home to all the werewolf clans, was vast and wild, stretching beyond the eye could see, yet every werewolf, no matter how far removed, bowed to one rule—the rule of the Moon Guardian.

And now, every chief and every warrior of renown from the countless werewolf clans had gathered in the Moonshadow Highlands, the heart of the Moonbinder Clan, the most powerful clan among them all.

Despite covering only a fifth of the continent and having the fewest members, the Moonbinder Clan's power extended over the entire land, its influence absolute.

Nobody dared to go against the rule of the strongest being in the world.

The crimson sun loomed high above, its light casting a reddish glow over the assembled werewolves. 

Tens of thousands of them sat in perfect stillness, legs crossed in the lotus position, forming an unbroken ring around the ordinary-looking tower that stood at the center of the highlands.