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.

of the mist. But I found myself in a small stone chamber. There was nothing in the room, save for a stone tablet in front of

tablet was covered with runes,

some clues. However, the longer I stared at the markings on the wall, the dizzier I felt.

and slowly opened them again. In that moment, I felt as

then, my brain suddenly ached

a pair of hands caught me. I vaguely

was here,

they

her head in confusion and began to

save for some white candles lined up against one

up one of them and lit it, but the feeble flame immediately

she took out another match and lit the candle again. Sᴇaʀᴄh thᴇ FɪndNøvel.ɴᴇt website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the

of an eye, the candlelight

arms, she muttered, "This place gives me the creeps. Why won't the candles stay