The Lycan King and his Dark Temptation romance Capítulo 112

VALERIA

"Valeria, what are we going to do? You can't give that psychopath what he wants, we..."

"Quinn, honestly, I can't promise that all of this will turn out fine, but I'll do everything in my power to save you," I murmured, keeping it vague due to the enemy's proximity.

And because, quite frankly, I had no idea how to unlock the spell on those collars—I was going in blind, relying on the magic my mother left behind to protect me.

"Your Majesty, we're the only ones left," I looked back, shaking off my clothes, and was somewhat satisfied to see that only half of the vampires had survived.

Some of them even had wounds—no one could leave this place alive.

"Good, I thought fewer would make it, so we're not doing too bad," he replied, as if talking about animals and not his own people.

I don't even know why they keep following that bastard—probably out of fear, I suppose.

"It's time, princess. Let's go. You, keep a close eye on your little friends," he ordered, walking toward me. I clenched my fists, filled with helplessness, as I watched them surround Quinn and Celine.

Damn it, I'm completely tied down. Goddess, please let all of this work.

I shot him a death glare and, huffing, turned to head toward the structure I could see in the distance.

What my eyes took in was almost impossible to describe. Goosebumps rose on my skin due to the energy and incredible magic radiating from this place.

As I walked across what seemed to be a wide silver bridge adorned with intricate arabesques and engravings, I lifted my head to look at the faces of the towering statues of women.

Their features were so vivid, and their robes appeared as if they might sway with the wind at any moment.

They leaned against the thick columns that arched up to the ceiling—a ceiling that seemed to blend with the very sky itself.

The stars twinkled above our heads, and the light of an immense full moon on the horizon illuminated the entire expanse.

Step by step, we advanced—meter by meter, like tiny ants in a world of giants.

The sound of water echoed in our ears.

I approached the edge of the wide bridge, but the bottom was nowhere in sight. Waterfalls cascaded from small floating islands, and water flowed from the bridge itself into a river that I couldn’t imagine where it led.

Everything was too magical, too ethereal. But soon, we reached our first obstacle.

A massive circular structure, like a giant closed door, awaited us at the end of the path.

"There's the instruction panel, open it," he motioned with his head. I could tell he wasn't as calm as he pretended to be.

I was extremely nervous myself.

The so-called panel was nothing more than a silver pedestal, with a miniature replica of the door resting atop it.

It consisted of several circles filled with inscriptions in that ancient and strange language that only the Selenias seemed to understand.