The Lycan King and His Dark Temptation by Luna Nova

Chapter 345

---- Could this be the resonance of magical souls? But how...

if Silas isnt even a sorcerer? ---- Maybe it was because of that strange magic flowing through his veins.

This healing session was also my chance to investigate that dark energy inside him.

Textended my hands close to his chest, Silas standing within the runes, and closed my eyes to start weaving enchantments.

In my mind, I visualized green threads of energy, threading them through his pores, penetrating the layers of skin, repairing the superficial wounds and tending to the deeper ones.

linsisted over and over, but the abuse was so extensive it was impossible to heal him in just one session.

Sweat pooled on my forehead, and the dark gown clung to me like a second skin.

My legs began to numb, but the worst came when the enchantment reached the area where the dark energy was most concentratedthat cursed, blinded eye.

The sorcery magic I siphoned from Electras body cautiously approached the dark energy swirling inside Silas.

Twanted to know what it wasit felt like a parasite inhabiting his body.

inside him?

things spiraled out of

magic grabbed hold of the energy fibers I was using from Electra, started attacking her

but the energy inside Silas felt like a bottomless vortex, a whirlpool sucking all the life

about to explode, my chest ached horribly, and Electra fought inside her prison

this continue! My breathing grew labored; I wanted to open my eyes, to tell him to stop, but I felt frozen in

a piece of meat being swallowed by

dies, what will happen to me? I'll die

I had hiddenthe dark power inherited from

had blood from werewolves, vampires, and witches, but one part always dominated over the others; I inherited the

battled, fought fiercely, vibrant sparks likely flying around us, and then, all of a

how, but I went from absolute madness and desperation to an almost

Silass body intertwined with my own magicnot Electras, which

as though both darknesses were caressing, recognizing, and claiming

opening my trembling eyelids, exhausted, sweat pouring down my

for a second; Electras

my own.