The Lycan King's Fate Calling

Sylvia's POV:

I blew the whistle as soon as I saw my vision was becoming blurry. To my delight, Rin was able to return at the sound of the whistle despite the dense fog.

Noreen yelled something in the thick fog.

It worked! I was pleasantly surprised and followed the voice.

"Damn it! You stupid wolf, let go of me!" Noreen was exasperated. It was unusual to see her looking that disheveled.

Even the most powerful black witches were not particularly effective in close combat.

Most of the wizards and witches who could only rely on potions and spells feared engaging in close combat the most.

study of different bloodlines and races. It showed how the wizards' and witches' chances of winning in close combat were practically zero when they lacked the potions and

some time to recite a

the incantation, they would have already

and smarter than you." "I don't care who she is. Ask her to let me go!" At this

job, Rin!" I didn't hesitate to praise

hearing this, Rin's enthusiasm intensified. She pressed her whole body

pain. "Sylvia, I wanted to help you, but is this how you're repaying me?" I snorted, "Are you really helping me or just playing a

uttered, "If you make this damn wolf release me,

flickered

obviously trying to trick me

her to do anything." "Liar!" Noreen hissed and stared fiercely at her injured hand. She inhaled deeply as if she'd finally

ball materialized in her other hand. It instantly turned into a blazing

the flames with my hand. Two distinct sounds filled my ears. One was the sound of my palm getting scalded, and the other was the sound of fabric