473 Power is taken, no requested

Derek and Todo stood before a vast underground shrine, its walls adorned with intricate Werewolf symbols, red cloth fragments, flickering candles, and enigmatic runes. The centerpiece of this ancient altar was a complete skeleton of a Werewolf, regally unmoving, surrounded by the skulls of various tribal leaders.

Derek couldn't help but feel a strange sense of familiarity in this place. Calmly, he inquired, "What is this?"

Todo, equally composed, began to explain, "The uniqueness of the Werewolf race lies in our tradition of passing down everything from generation to generation. Unlike most races, we don't face the challenge of creating new experiences because we can simply inherit the wisdom and abilities of our predecessors."

Despite Todo's explanation, Derek remained silent, a deep frown etching his features.