Nightmare!

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.