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.

nothing in the room, save for a stone tablet in front of me, with complex and mysterious runes written on it, like

stone tablet was covered with runes, but also walls. Densely packed runes

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

my eyes shut and slowly opened them again. In that moment, I felt

brain suddenly ached

the floor when a pair of hands caught me. I vaguely heard Layla's voice from behind me. "This is the

only Layla was here, but

for the soldiers, they were nowhere

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

some white candles lined up against one of the

them and lit it, but the feeble flame immediately went

and lit the candle again.

of an eye, the candlelight went out

her arms, she