As the final wolf fell, the path to the third floor opened, revealing a narrow staircase leading deeper underground. William wiped the sweat from his brow, a glint of satisfaction in his eyes. "The real challenge is next," he murmured.
The third floor was vast, its walls covered in strange, shimmering symbols that pulsed with dark energy. The air was thick with tension, and at the far end of the cavern, the Shadow Werewolf awaited. It was massive, twice the size of any other wolf they'd encountered, its fur so dark it seemed to absorb all light. Its eyes gleamed with an ominous, almost malevolent intelligence.
"It's waiting for us," Emily whispered, her voice barely audible. She tightened her grip on her weapon, and Ryan's summons readied themselves, growling low.
William took a deep breath, feeling the familiar surge of energy course through him. "Let's finish this."
