Chapter
134
The chamber was vast, its walls glittering with crystalline formations that refracted the silvery light. Ancient relics lay scattered across the floor: ceremonial daggers, fragments of armor, and broken shards of celestial artifacts. At the center of it all stood a pedestal, atop
which rested a crystalline object.
Anica's voice wavered with awe. "The Heart of Solara."
Aurora approached the pedestal, the Heart's glow growing brighter with every step. It seemed to pulse in time with her own heartbeat, its energy simultaneously soothing and overwhelming.
"Be careful," Cassian warned, his eyes fixed on the artifact.
Aurora reached out, her fingers hovering above the crystalline surface. A sudden surge of light enveloped her, and she gasped as a vision overtook her. She saw glimpses of the Pact's creation-a bond forged in desperation to protect the werewolf realm from a primordial darkness. She also saw the Lycan King, his form twisted and corrupted as he tore through the guardians of the Pact, claiming its power for himself.noveldrama
The vision ended abruptly, leaving Aurora gasping for air.
"What did you see?" Cassian asked, his voice laced with concern.
"The Pact... it's more fragile than we thought," Aurora said, her voice trembling. "The Heart can restore it, but the energy is volatile. If we make one wrong move, it could destroy everything."
Anica stepped forward, her expression grim. "The Heart of Solara is powerful, but using it isn't without risks. We must wield it carefully."
Before anyone could respond, a tremor shook the chamber. Dust and debris fell from the ceiling as the ground beneath their feet quaked.
"Someone's coming," Cassian growled, his eyes narrowing as he drew his weapon.
Aurora clutched the Heart tightly, its light flickering as the tension in the room grew.
The faint sound of footsteps echoed through the chamber, growing louder with each passing moment. A low growl rumbled in the distance, and the temperature plummeted. "He's here," Anica said, her voice barely above a whisper.
The Lycan King's shadow loomed in the entrance, his crimson eyes locking onto Aurora. Behind him, a swarm of shadow beasts filled the corridor, their snarls echoing like thunder.
The Lycan King stepped forward, his dark aura radiating malice. "You've found my prize," he said, his voice a chilling blend of amusement and menace. "But the Heart belongs to me."