Chapter 147: Bad News

Erevan Brontes Lychos stood before an archway made entirely of living vines. Its structure pulsed with life, its thick green cords braided into an elegant curve. Small, multicolored flowers blossomed from it, swaying gently even in the absence of wind, exuding a soft floral scent that made the entire passage feel dreamlike... an otherworldly threshold between realms.

He paused briefly, awed despite having seen this place before. This was the entrance to the Inner Circle of Yggdrasil, the sacred core where the world tree anchored its roots deep into the Earth’s soul.

This was his fourth time passing through.

The first had been during his youth, led by his father Damon Brontes Lychos, who had brought him here to be introduced as the heir apparent. It was a solemn rite, one he remembered vividly.

The second was for his Ascendant Trial... the trial that allowed an awakened to step into ascendance, gaining greater power and build spiritual core inside the body.

The third visit had been purely for training purposes, seeking opportunities in the other world for advancement of ascendant level.

But today was different.

Today, Erevan was not a crown prince or a heir apparent.

He came as the King of Werewolves... not yet crowned in ceremony, but already reigning in power. His rule, though recent, had already begun and spread throughout the supernatural world.

He instructed his entourage to wait outside the boundary and walked forward alone. As he passed through the vine-gate, a subtle shimmer wrapped around him, and the air grew warmer, richer. The bustling life of the outer realm faded behind him.

Fairies flitted past... radiant beings with transparent wings like large dragonflies and halos of light over their brows. Some carried scrolls. Others swept pollen across floating blossoms, or gathered dew into crystal flasks. None paid Erevan any attention, for they knew none could enter this sacred ground without Yggdrasil’s permission. If he stood here, it was because the world tree allowed it.

Then, a voice echoed... not through his ears, but within his mind.

"Erevan Brontes Lychos, son of Damon Brontes Lychos. King of Werewolves. Close your eyes, and walk forward."

It was Yggdrasil who communicated through mind. The ancient voice was serene yet immense, like the deep hum of the cosmos.

Erevan obeyed. He closed his eyes and moved forward step by step. The ground under his feet felt soft and warm, like moss kissed by starlight. A sense of timelessness overcame him... he no longer felt his heartbeat, nor the weight of his limbs.

Then the voice returned.

"Stop. Open your eyes."

with the colors of life: blue, green, gold, and white. The branches high above

bowed in respect, his voice steady

Yggdrasil, thank you for granting

for such formality, King of Werewolves," the tree replied through their mental link.

vine that came down from above branches and glowed with gentle white light. As he touched it, the vine responded, releasing

cocooned in white light. He no longer stood in the grove... but floated in

more than communication... it was communion. The tree didn’t simply listen. It experienced his

Then, the voice returned.

on finding your daughter! With the inheritance of your strong bloodline, she might become

Erevan

it comes with a great cost. If some exceptional talents are born in

He hadn’t thought that far. His excitement had

considered the broader consequences. I

dragons. There were some unforeseen events in Molgrath, the skeleton armies have been attacking relentlessly. The dwarves

just preparation?" Erevan asked.

best response. Skeletons are weak, yes... but in numbers they could overwhelm any region. The enemy doesn’t rest. Nor do they fear death. We need to send ascendant fighters in numbers to counter them. I will also

could send some of them to accompany this newly emerging generation of ascendants to Molgrath, it would be a mutually beneficial arrangement. The older ascendants might finally have the opportunity to break through their bottlenecks and limits, while their experience and

number of

Molgrath in last few centuries was negligible. I still possess more than enough energy to facilitate the teleportation and oversee the trials.

may send eighty of your most promising young werewolves for the trial. The dragons will inform the other races shortly. You should begin preparations immediately. I will be

his head respectfully. "Thank you for your

the two dragons brought them here. One of the dragons, a tall male with shimmering sapphire scales, stepped forward and addressed him

in a villa near the business district. Tomorrow, there will be an auction

smiled and replied, "Thank you for your hospitality and the information. I will certainly attend the auction. It would be helpful if

villa. If there is anything else you require, do not hesitate to

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