The Lycan King and His Dark Temptation

---- 146. SILAS IN UMBROS MODE NARRATOR Nyx was so happy and excited, but when she found out her father's intentions... she really felt like crying. "No, no, no, Dad, you can't do this here! Damn it! There are allies too!" Terror clutched her soul when she saw the black mist pouring out of the mouth of that enormous specter, a fusion of Silas's powers. The energy was condensing, forming into a massive ball filled with storms and death.

The gaping mouth of that monster looked like a cannon about to fire, and Nyx knew it wouldn't harm her... but everything around her would just die. Damn it, the Spectral King was seriously pissed off. "Aidan, tell your people to gather around me! Hurry or they're going to die!" she shouted in her mate's mind, who stared at her from afar. ---- Edmund was already irrelevant: now it was all about the fight and the sorcerers.

In front of that massive black figure with hollow eyes glowing red from empty sockets, they felt like mere mortals facing a God of Destruction. "Nyx, what the hell is that?! Mom, Dad, get everyone to gather around Nyx!" Aidan rushed in without wasting a second, kicking down any enemy that crossed his path in the chaos. He asked his Druid to keep protecting Isabella's body. They would deal with Edmund later, but right now, the magical pressure weighing on them was crushing. "Well...noveldrama

that's a bit of my dad's power," Nyx replied with an awkward face. Apparently, his magic had been deeply disturbed when the portal was opened; clearly, all her complaints had reached Silas. While the enemies on the ground ran off into the woods, ---- thinking they could escape that way, in the sky, the three Selenias were all suffering headaches. Their bodies, sculpted from pure golden energy, descended like falling stars into all that darkness.

"Sigrid, get back and control your suicidal psycho of a mate!" Gabrielle yelled in her mind. "If he throws that thing, we don't even know who's down there!" Sigrid looked back, worried. Her golden wings spread wide, and she launched into flight, diving into the mist. She pierced through the magnetic field of that bomb, ready to explode. «Devour, Devour, Devour» The crazed howls of the specters echoed all around, eager and malicious, gathering to descend on the new continent.

They had smelled the magic - powerful and corrupt... just the way they liked it. Amid the chaos of storms, lightning, and twisted shadows laughing and screaming, stood the figure of a man.