The Lycan King and his Dark Temptation novel Chapter 270

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She pulled her trembling hand away from her lips, staring at it in front of her face with disbelief.

The vital crimson liquid dripped onto the floor.

A bloodcurdling shriek of a dying serpent echoed through the darkness.

Lucrecia’s eyes darted in that direction, incredulous.

No… Damn it, no… He couldn’t have destroyed one of her greatest spells!

"KILL THAT BASTARD! NOW! NOW, OR I WON’T GIVE YOU ANOTHER DAMNED SOUL TO DEVOUR!" she shrieked, more hysterical than the very nightmares she commanded.

She could feel it—something was happening, something slipping out of her control.

She released all the mirrors, throwing the portals wide open. All at once, surges of magical power rippled through the air.

She dug her boots firmly into the ground, her hair whipping around her face as the violent winds howled.

Raising her hands to shield herself, she squinted against the onslaught.

The dark power she had gathered with so much sacrifice was… being consumed?

Lucrecia took a step back—this time, with real fear. Dark hands, claw-like fingers, moved through the air, snatching up shadows.

Mouths with no end devoured the black magic she had spent so long accumulating.

What she had believed to be absolute power, the pinnacle of her evolution, was being swallowed whole by monstrous entities clawing their way out of pure nightmares—pure hatred made flesh.

Featureless faces turned toward her—giants, towering, their grotesque forms reflecting in the shattered mirrors.

Disheveled black hair, hollow sockets glowing red.

They grinned at her, chilling her blood to ice.

She had never felt like this before—not even when she first ventured into the forbidden zone to capture a fragment of that macabre power.

A violent shudder wracked her entire body, her frantic mind racing for a way to escape.

What… what the hell were these things? Lucrecia had no intention of staying to find out.

This chamber was small, and with more of these creatures emerging, her space was shrinking. Soon, she would be surrounded.

Smearing her blood across her hands, she traced runes in the air, her guttural voice rising as she chanted feverish incantations, sending tremors through the space and creating a breach.

She raised a shield of energy before her—just a second. She just needed one second…

"AAAAHHHHHH!"

She screamed as a skeletal hand shot out from the shadows, seizing her by the throat.

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