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.

out 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 me, with complex and mysterious runes written on

and found that not only the stone tablet was covered with runes, but also walls. Densely packed runes covered the

runes carefully, trying to find some clues. However, the longer I stared at the markings on the wall,

my eyes shut and slowly opened them again. In that moment, I felt as though I had received some

brain suddenly

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 and wizards. It's some

not only Layla was here, but

soldiers, they were nowhere to

we get here?" Flora scratched her head in confusion and began to look around

save for some white candles lined up against one of the

one of them and lit

to give up, she took out another match and lit the candle again. Sᴇaʀᴄh thᴇ

of an eye, the candlelight

away the white candle. Rubbing her arms, she