Chapter 282: Wolf Spirit’s Lament
Jacob~
I gripped the steering wheel so tightly, it creaked beneath my fingers. Not that it mattered – this car was just an object, like everything else in this mortal world. Alexander’s energy pulsed like a frantic beacon somewhere beyond the veil, vibrating along the invisible threads connecting us. My entire being and powers trembled with rage and urgency.
The cold bite of winter air drifted in through the half-open window, carrying scents of leather and pine. But none of it mattered. All I could think about was Natalie. My little sister. My little moon. My everything.
"Hold on, Alex," I growled low in my chest, my voice echoing with power beyond human understanding. "Uncle Jacob’s coming."
Silver mist rippled from my skin, curling around the car interior like sentient fog, humming with ancient energy. The dashboard lights flickered under its glow. Closing my eyes, I let my senses reach beyond this realm, piercing through the walls of reality itself. The threads of existence stretched out before me, each vibrating with its own rhythm... until I felt it.
There.
Kalmia’s realm pulsed in the distance like a dying star. Without hesitation, I infused my car with my essence, merging it into my power. Reality bent and twisted, silver light enveloping me and the vehicle as I teleported.
In an instant, I landed.
The car’s tires screeched against black stone slick with blood, the metallic scent sharp in the choking, sulfur-tainted air. Heat slammed into me, not with pain – for I do not feel physical hurt – but with a suffocating heaviness that pressed down on my immortal mind. My boots touched the realm’s ground as I stepped out, feeling its ancient, corrupted energy vibrating beneath me.
The shadows whispered in shrill, trembling voices, slithering along the edges of my vision. Molten stone dripped in the distance, its echo rolling across the cavernous darkness.
I had arrived.
And nothing – not gods, spirits, or realms themselves – would keep me from saving Alexander and Natalie.