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.