Wolf's family

Although my time with them was fleeting, I felt a deep connection to these strangers. They were the first people I had encountered in this bizarre world, and despite all odds, they had welcomed me with open arms.

Fatima's sweet face, Reda's unwavering support, and Farid's enigmatic hatred haunted my dreams. I couldn't fathom why he loathed me so intensely.

In the void, their voices echoed, taunting me with their desperation.

"Are you still sleeping?!"

"Aren't you going to try to save us?!"

"Please, I don't want to die."

I tried to flee, but the nightmare persisted, its fiery grip suffocating.

I awoke with a start, my heart pounding in my chest. The voices faded away, but the memory of the nightmare lingered, leaving a sour taste in my mouth.

As I opened my eyes, the sight of my slumbering companions filled my heart with relief. I whispered a silent prayer of gratitude, then turned to depart.

Outside, the night air was cool and crisp. Morgen stood beneath a tree, gently stroking the mattress with his hand.

"Finally awake, I see," he remarked as he noticed me approaching.

"Thank you for waiting," I replied calmly.

Morgen laughed, a hint of sarcasm in his voice. "Who the hell told you I was waiting for you?"

I ignored his taunt, my gaze focused on the hut behind me. "Don't worry," he said. "My father will not allow anything to happen to your friends. He is a man of his word, especially when it comes to his precious nephew."

Despite the hatred I sensed in his tone, I was certain of his honesty.

The hushed footsteps of Morgen and I echoed through the silent forest, as we moved stealthily towards our destination. The sun had not yet risen, and the sky was still shrouded in darkness.

A gentle breeze caressed my face, and I couldn't help but smile at the thought of finally being able to save my friends. But Morgen's voice quickly interrupted my reverie.

"Once we enter the Dungeon, you will be in constant danger," he warned. "No one will be able to protect you inside, and your enemies will not only be mindless monsters, but also half-beasts and sentient ones. Be careful and trust no one, for in this valley, everyone is an enemy."

His words sobered me, and I felt a chill run down my spine. I knew that the challenges ahead would be daunting, but I was determined to persevere.

I took a deep breath and nodded. "I understand."

The road to the dungeon wound through a dense and verdant forest, its canopy of towering pines and oaks casting a dappled shade over the path below. The air was filled with the sweet scent of wildflowers and the melodious chirping of birds.

Sunlight filtered through the leaves, creating a shimmering effect on the forest floor. Wildflowers of all hues carpeted the undergrowth, their delicate petals swaying in the gentle breeze. Ferns and mosses adorned the rocks and fallen logs, adding to the enchanting atmosphere.

The path itself was narrow and winding, its surface carpeted with soft pine needles. It meandered through the forest, offering glimpses of crystal-clear streams and babbling brooks. In some places, the path passed by towering trees with gnarled trunks and branches that reached towards the sky like weathered hands.

As we walked, I couldn't help but be amazed by the beauty of the forest. It was a place of peace and tranquility, a world apart from the dangers and turmoil that lurked beyond.

But even as I admired the scenery, I knew that we could not afford to be complacent. The dungeon was a dangerous place, and we needed to be prepared for anything.

I tightened my grip on my swords and continued on my way

The colossal tower that stood before us was a testament to the power and ambition of the monster families that inhabited this valley. Its spiraling walls were adorned with intricate carvings of monsters, humans, battles, and dragons, depicting the rich history and culture of the valley.

The monster children gathered at the entrance of the tower were a diverse group, their features reflecting the varied lineages of their families. Some had the serpentine features of their dragon ancestors, while others had the clawed hands and sharp teeth of their wolf heritage. All of them, however, shared a common look of hatred and defiance in their eyes.

The political landscape of the valley was complex and ever-changing, with the different monster families constantly vying for power and influence. The council of monsters, which was made up of the heads of the most powerful families, served as the ruling body of the valley. However, the council was often divided, with each family pursuing its own agenda.

The competition for power between the monster families was fierce, and it often manifested itself in violence and bloodshed. The children of the monster families were trained from a young age to fight and defend their families' interests. As a result, they were often hostile towards each other, and they viewed any outsider with suspicion.

I knew that I was entering a dangerous and volatile world. But I had to save my friends, no matter the cost. I took a deep breath and stepped towards the entrance of the tower.

"Wait," Morgen said, grabbing my arm. "There is something else you should know."

He paused for a moment; his gaze fixed on the monster children. "The council of monsters has been growing restless lately," he said. "They are unhappy with the current balance of power, and they are looking for ways to increase their influence. I fear that they may be planning something."

I nodded, my heart sinking. I knew that this was not the news I wanted to hear. But it only strengthened my resolve to save my friends.

"Thank you for the warning," I said. "I will be careful."

Morgen's behavior was contradictory. On the one hand, he was often rude and abrasive, spitting out insults and dirt. On the other hand, he was also wise and insightful, offering valuable advice and warnings.

As he spoke the enigmatic quote, "At the entrance, the brothers may quarrel with each other, but when they go out, they must stand side by side so that the wolfs does not eat them," I couldn't help but wonder what he meant.

I glanced at the group of wolf-headed monsters in the distance. Their eyes gleamed with bloodlust as they stared at us. I realized that Morgen's words were a warning. Despite our differences, we needed to unite in order to survive the dangers that awaited us inside the dungeon.

"Thank you, Morgen," I said sincerely. "I understand."

Morgen nodded curtly; his eyes still fixed on the wolf-headed monsters. "Then let us go."