The Lycan King and His Dark Temptation Novel

---- The power surged through the mist, guiding its way to the shattered door.

The nearly lifeless heart of the Seleniastheir sacred jewel began to throb violently, as if it were beating, as if it were about to explode.

"Selenia venath mor tallen savir! TALLEN SAVIR!!!" BOOOOMMM! With a devastating explosion, the Selenias jewel shattered.

Its fragments transformed into dazzling golden beams of light, streaking across the battlefield, drawn toward the call of their descendants.

They tore through the mist and the darkness, illuminating the lake like a beacon of hope.

The lights soared above the army, who gazed in stunned silence at the spectacle.

The raw energy wrapped around the three Selenias, forming a protective dome that shielded their figures, radiating a glow so intense that no one could bear to look directly at it.

Inside that overwhelming power, they absorbed the energy, strengthening themselves, filtering it carefully feeding it, little by little, into Sigrid.

Such an immense surge of power could destroy her if not handled with precision.

---- Aldric looked into the distance, his gaze warm for amomentonly for it to turn glacial as he turned to face the approaching threat.

The time had come.

The roars, the bone-chilling screams, and the twisted laughter echoing from within the mist confirmed his worst fearthe prison was open.

The specters were free The war horns blared, shaking the forest.

simultaneously, grotesque creatures of darkness began to emerge from the abyss of the black smokemassive beasts and colossal humanoid figures, forged from pure, malignant energy.

A giant hand shot forth at terrifying speed, its claws poised to rip through the front lines.

The enormous redhead leaped from the heights.

His clothes tore in midair as his skin erupted into a sleek coat of jet ~black fur.

His muscles swelled with raw, monstrous strength.

Fangs bared, claws sharpenedhe braced for battle.

His roar thundered through the battlefield, shaking even the bravest of warriors.

He clashed against the monstrous hand, defending his people with unyielding courage.

A monstrous wail of pain ripped through the air as the specter reeled back.

Then, its horrid head emerged, followed by the rest of its nightmarish form.

Behind it, more and more specters clawed their way into the world, ---- forming a terrifying army.

With war cries of their own, the mighty lycans and undead charged toward the enemy, clashing head-on with the first wave of specters.

Wolves and vampires followed behind, their movements swift and lethal, their power and reflexes at their peak.

Meanwhile, the sorcerers worked tirelessly from a distance, weaving protective barriers and shielding the ranks.

The battlefield had been designed for direct combateven against these seemingly immortal entities of raw energy.

Everything was fair game.

Everything was about buying seconds and minutes...

Time for the King of Specters to appear.

Time for Sigrid to absorb the full power of the Selenias and face him.