C613 Don't Regret It in the Future

The dragon flapped its wings.

The werewolf raised his head.

Although the giant dragon in front of him was someone he needed to look up to, Pernilla's gaze was incomparably calm. There was no fear, no anger. Her silver pupils were like a calm lake.

At this moment, Pernilla had surpassed the ancestor.

At least, she was standing shoulder to shoulder with Werewolf Progenitor