The Lycan King and His Dark Temptation

---- 164. THE PORTAL TO MY DAUGHTER NARRATOR Amid the magical flames and smoke from the small fires, Edgar saw him. That vampire was calm-way too calm, like he was just out for a stroll. He moved his hand like swatting away a fly, and the white mist split in two, clearing his path. "Final warning! Stop now or you'll be killed!" The sorcerer general shouted in front of his men, guarding that stretch of land.

But Edgar realized how foolish he'd been, thinking he was safe just for reaching that checkpoint. He remembered how Victoria had created an entire army out of nothing-from dust and bones, she had shaped soldiers. So what wouldn't this man be capable of, if he was the source of all that power? ---- "Attack him with suppression spells!" Edgar started stepping back, wanting to run, slipping into the shadows of the trees. But then, the ground began to tremble like an earthquake.

And before any spell could touch the black-clad vampire, horrifying howls burst out from the gorge. Hands grabbed the dirt edge, rusty axes slammed down, claws pushed up the massive, invincible bodies rising from the dark mist at the bottom of the abyss. "Hold your positions!" "What the Goddess are those things?!" "That damned vampire brought doom with him!" "Fight for your lives!" With war cries, both sides clashed. Suddenly, it wasn't a hundred against one anymore.noveldrama

The tide had turned, and the undead swept through the fourth-rate sorcerers like a plague. ---- Sparks of magic exploded everywhere-blood, screams, limbs and heads flying through the air-and in the middle of all that chaos, Zarek kept advancing without stopping. His long cloak rippled with the night, just like his luminous hair of ebony strands. His heavy boots crushed the bodies of the fallen. He was the maestro of this macabre symphony. This was his world.

He was the prince of calamity and death. Where others saw ruin, he saw life. Edgar watched the exact same image burned into his memory. If Victoria had seemed secretly incredible to him-smiling as she walked through the carnage-this man was definitely the origin of evil. Something warm and foul ran down his leg, and his knees refused to move. Despite hiding, those ruby-red eyes locked right onto him. "Come on, come on, run!" he forced himself out of the ---- mental paralysis and turned around, trying one last time to escape.