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.

to feel a sense of hope as I walked towards

wall in front of me, put my hand to

was certainly faster than the rest

in a deep breath and mustered up all my courage before I rammed my body into the wall. After a brief moment of falling in the air, I landed on a

to see the wall disappearing into nothingness. The room was just an illusion.

out that I had been in

towards it. When I arrived at the scene, I came to the sight of a great number of soldiers that were fighting each other. A large amount of them had

an illusion again?"

the white smoke wafting in the sky, I could think of no one

white smoke

to their normal selves; the

I had to do now was to find ways to separate

bodies and pulled on a soldier who

his mind was a jumbled mess. He waved the

"Edwin, wake up."

also had to avoid his attacks. It seemed that Edwin couldn't hear anything I was

to attack

him up with a long vine from the ground, so that he wouldn't hurt himself by poking his head