The Lycan King's Fate Calling

Sylvia's POV:

I took the pendant off my neck and looked at it closely. Was I imagining things or was it glowing a gloomy red light?

"What's that? Why is it glowing?" Flora's eyes widened in curiosity. Apparently, I wasn't imagining things.

I didn't say anything. Biting my lower lip, I stared at the pendant uneasily. I had a bad feeling about this.

"Damn it! Not again!" Flora stomped her foot in frustration.

I looked up to see what she was shouting at and saw that black mist began to circle us. But it was different from the white smoke just now. The black mist was odorless, but I somehow knew it was extremely dangerous.

"Run!" I shouted in a panic.

But it was too late. The black mist spread towards us very fast. In a matter of mere seconds, we were enshrouded in the mist and couldn't see anything around us, nor could we hear any sounds. I shouted the others' names and started walking urgently.

chamber. There was nothing in the room, save for a stone tablet in front of me, with

stone tablet was

However, the longer I stared at the markings on the wall, the dizzier I felt. I felt like I was going

that moment, I felt as though I had received some sort

brain suddenly ached

couldn't stand the pain. I staggered backwards and was about to collapse to the floor when a pair of hands caught me. I vaguely heard Layla's voice from behind me. "This is the language of witches

not only Layla was here, but also Flora and

for the soldiers, they were nowhere

her head in confusion and

for some white candles lined

them and lit it, but the feeble flame

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an eye, the

that she threw away the white candle. Rubbing her arms, she muttered, "This place gives me