The Lycan King and his Dark Temptation romance Capítulo 163

NARRATOR

"AAAHHH!"

"What’s happening?!"

"The ceiling is going to collapse!"

"Everyone, get out! Get out of the aqueduct!"

Screams echoed from all directions, whether they were vampires or sorcerers—it didn’t matter.

As the walls trembled and stones rained down from above, everyone scrambled desperately to find an exit.

Someone was shaking the very foundations of the old aqueduct from above.

In the midst of the darkness and the collapsing narrow tunnels, it didn’t matter if they were friend or foe. They trampled over each other’s heads, summoning their powers to escape the crushing death looming over them.

The shock was even greater when, upon reaching the stream’s exit, they were met by an army of Lycans waiting in the forest.

The survivors of the previous battle were exhausted and mostly wounded, while these elite werewolves stood at their peak, hungry for blood.

"TEAR ALL THE REBELS APART!"

The Lycan King's roar ignited the battlefield spirit.

A deafening thunderclap struck from the sky.

The enormous and wild redhead led his men, shifting mid-stride into an indomitable, towering Lycan that sent fear piercing into the hearts of his enemies.

His dark fur was soon soaked in blood as bodies fell under his merciless claws and fangs.

Behind him, like a rabid pack, battle wolves lunged at the vampires and sorcerers. Without a leader and driven only by the instinct to survive, they thought of nothing but escape.

Among the trees, hidden away, was Laila with her small escort.

Her father had left her safe at their camp, but a terrible feeling gnawed at her heart.

She arrived just in time to witness her people being slaughtered mercilessly by the ambushing werewolves.

"Laila, we have to leave before they find us," the crouching sorcerer beside her urged nervously, his eyes fixed on the bloodbath that could freeze the soul of even the bravest warrior.

"No, no, my father… I don’t see him, but he’s still alive—I can feel him in the castle. He’ll succeed… he has that woman in his grasp..."

Laila shook her head, gripping his trembling arm with fear, but she trusted her father—he was cunning and powerful; he wouldn’t fail!

The crack of a branch nearby signaled someone closing in on their location.

"So this is where Merkall’s bastard daughter is hiding. Thanks to your tricks, my people perished!"