Chapter 147: Bad News
Erevan Brontes Lychos stood before an archway made entirely of living vines. Its structure pulsed with life, its thick green cords braided into an elegant curve. Small, multicolored flowers blossomed from it, swaying gently even in the absence of wind, exuding a soft floral scent that made the entire passage feel dreamlike... an otherworldly threshold between realms.
He paused briefly, awed despite having seen this place before. This was the entrance to the Inner Circle of Yggdrasil, the sacred core where the world tree anchored its roots deep into the Earth’s soul.
This was his fourth time passing through.
The first had been during his youth, led by his father Damon Brontes Lychos, who had brought him here to be introduced as the heir apparent. It was a solemn rite, one he remembered vividly.
The second was for his Ascendant Trial... the trial that allowed an awakened to step into ascendance, gaining greater power and build spiritual core inside the body.
The third visit had been purely for training purposes, seeking opportunities in the other world for advancement of ascendant level.
But today was different.
Today, Erevan was not a crown prince or a heir apparent.
He came as the King of Werewolves... not yet crowned in ceremony, but already reigning in power. His rule, though recent, had already begun and spread throughout the supernatural world.
He instructed his entourage to wait outside the boundary and walked forward alone. As he passed through the vine-gate, a subtle shimmer wrapped around him, and the air grew warmer, richer. The bustling life of the outer realm faded behind him.
Fairies flitted past... radiant beings with transparent wings like large dragonflies and halos of light over their brows. Some carried scrolls. Others swept pollen across floating blossoms, or gathered dew into crystal flasks. None paid Erevan any attention, for they knew none could enter this sacred ground without Yggdrasil’s permission. If he stood here, it was because the world tree allowed it.