The Lycan King's Fate Calling

Sylvia's POV:

Once Noreen disappeared, I began to look for a way out. I needed to find Rufus and I needed to ask the truth from him as soon as I could.

It seemed that I was in a very strange place. There was no door that could be seen, and the only object in the room was a scarecrow lying on the floor.

I recalled that there used to be furniture and a candle in the room. They oddly disappeared the moment Noreen's avatar left.

I took out my phone so that I could contact someone from the outside world, but I soon realized there was no signal in this place. At least the flashlight of my phone was still working.

I started fumbling about the room but I didn't find any clues. My anxiety began to build up from this.

"Sylvia, you need to calm down. Listen. The sound of the wind could be heard from here," Yana reassured.

I stopped from my pacing and took in a sharp breath. I, too, noticed something was off. Somewhere in the room, the wind blew loudly.

It made sense. I didn't feel suffocated and I could also definitely feel the air flowing.

This space was not securely shut!

In an instant, I came to the conclusion.

sense of hope as I walked

in front of me, put my hand to it and closed my eyes

was certainly faster than the rest of

a deep breath and mustered up all my courage before I rammed my body into the wall.

"Noreen, that cunning old witch." I regained my composure and turned my head, only to see the wall disappearing into nothingness. The

had been

to swiftly stand up from the grass and run towards it. When

it an

wafting in the sky, I could think of no one else but Noreen. She must be the mastermind behind all this

smoke

normal

was to find ways to separate

bodies and pulled on a soldier who was hammering a tree. Then I realized

mind was a jumbled mess. He waved the tree branches as if they

"Edwin, wake up."

up, I also had to avoid his attacks. It seemed that Edwin couldn't

attack me at the

corner of the space. I tied him up with a long vine from the ground, so that he wouldn't hurt himself by poking his