The Lycan King and his Dark Temptation novel Chapter 251

SIGRID

"I’m doing the same thing you wanted to do to her, little sister. Electra is locked up in here." I pointed to my chest theatrically.

Around us, the fire devoured everything in its path, the scorching heat making steam escape from our mouths as it illuminated our confrontation.

"What a pain to see how your favorite sister wanted to cut off your head."

"I knew it! I knew Electra could never betray me!" she shouted, no longer looking as high and mighty.

"I should have suspected you were working for that damn Queen! But I know the Queen and the Princess… which Selenia are you? Don’t tell me…! Don’t tell me you’re Juno?!" She took a step back, clearly alarmed.

"You weren’t supposed to interfere in the Realm’s decisions anymore, you were supposed to go die in peace, you old hag!"

Well, well, it seemed the first Selenia was still alive. What a revelation.

Of course, I remembered she had supposedly been the first chosen to seal Umbros’ prison, so it made sense.

Juno, the current Queen, and Renata were the three existing Selenias. It seemed Juno had retired to live a quiet life—she must be a dried-up old prune by now.

"And what if I’m Juno, or Electra, or Juana? Either way, you’re going to die, and I’m sick of your chatter." I stepped forward, my flames renewed.

I knew she was only buying time… time for Drusilla, who had finally stopped hiding like the coward she was.

Morgana suddenly unleashed her magic, and thousands of shadows slithered across the ground toward me, fast, nearly impossible to track with the naked eye.

In seconds, they tangled around my feet.

She had such a habit of creating these disgusting little creatures, just like her.

I was about to burn them to ashes when I heard the sound slicing through the air—my sword and something coming from the front.

They were both attacking at once with deadly spells, black arrows shooting straight for Electra’s body, which was supposedly unable to move.

I met Morgana’s vicious eyes, the glee in them, the malice—until it shifted into terror when I smiled right in her face.

Just as the arrows were about to pierce me, I manipulated her own dark magic and vanished, creating a void beneath me.

"AAAHAHHH!" Drusilla’s scream of agony rang out.

She had been lurking behind me, and with my sudden disappearance, Morgana’s attack struck her head-on.

I saw her clutching her chest, where the black arrows had embedded themselves.

Her eyes burned with disbelief and hatred as she stared at Morgana.

She had always despised her—the middle sister, the most scorned and humiliated.

Drusilla tried to take a step forward, hand outstretched, perhaps cursing Morgana in silence, but her body refused to obey.

I watched her fall backward, crashing through the burning curtains into the hall, the black smoke swallowing her into darkness.

I wanted to confirm her death, but I still had a problem to deal with.

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