The Lycan King's Forbidden Craving - Chapter 180: Chapter 180

Arianna nodded, and Selene stepped out of Eryndor’s protection, dropped her lamp to the floor, and began hurling fireballs at the Lycans, pushing them back.
They shot arrows at her, but Eryndor protected its master while Arianna secretly climbed onto its back, still channeling energy to her stomach.
Valoreth’s jaw clenched at the sight. Without warning, he shifted into his half-form and launched toward Arianna, but she saw it coming.
With a scream, she shot fire at him, the attack fueled by her anger and pain. It struck Valoreth, sending him crashing down. The mage quickly extinguished the flames with magic but didn't use it to stop Arianna.
“Go now!” Selene shouted. Eryndor cast a worried glance at its master.
Understanding, tears fell from Selene’s eyes. She reached out and touched its beak.
“I love you, Eryn,” she whispered. The beast screeched softly in return. “Take her far from here at all costs. Fly with the greatest speed. This might be the end for us.”
Eryndor’s pupils dilated before it finally began to flap its wings. The powerful wind threw the soldiers off balance.
“Fucking shoot her! She must not get away!” Valoreth screamed, and the men immediately fired their arrows at Arianna. Selene deflected some with her fire, and Eryndor ensured none of them hit her..
Inside the room, Toran rose from the bed, his jaw clenching as he stepped out to assess the situation. His eyes held no light. Just pure, fucking darkness.
He snatched a bow from a soldier, set the arrow with full focus and strength, and aimed directly at Arianna.
Eryndor was still trying to reach a safe height to accelerate, but due to its injury, it took quite some time...
And in that moment, Toran spotted his chance and released the arrow.
It weaved through the air, swirling like death itself, missing Eryndor's wing by an inch before piercing Arianna’s back and bursting out through her left chest.
A silent scream escaped her lips. Blood poured out from the wound, her consciousness dipped to its lowest.
She nearly fell, but Eryndor’s scale shifted to hold her firmly.
It finally reached the safe height and bolted with speed.
When Valoreth looked down, Selene was gone.
A dragon dies if their master dies. That must apply to the cloaked figure, right? Toran grabbed more arrows and went to hunt the one who had helped Arianna.
Selene struggled to walk. She was wounded in multiple critical areas and could barely breathe. Blood loss was taking its toll, she would die soon.
She removed her mask to gasp for air, her face soaked in sweat and tears.
All she needed was to stay alive. Just breathing until Eryndor took Arianna far away.
She stumbled into a room, locked the door, collapsed to the floor, and panted heavily. An arrow was lodged in her waist, she didn’t remove it. Doing so would mean death.
“I’m sorry, Goddess,” she said, coughing up blood. “I wanted to see you one more time, but I guess… that’s not possible.” More blood came. “At least I get to protect your daughter. I'm deeply sorry.”
Her bloody lips stretched into a sad smile, but her heart jolted at the sudden thud against the door.
Her body trembled, too weak to move.
More brutal thuds followed, and the door burst open, revealing Toran stepping in. His eyes were lifeless as he raised the bow and aimed directly at her head.
“I shot Arianna straight through the heart. Say hi to her in hell for me,” he said, then released the arrow.
It struck the left side of Selene's head and bursted through the right...
A scream echoed behind Toran. It was Brigid who had witnessed it all. She rushed to Selene, who lay with eyes wide open, taking her final breath.
“No… no. No!!!!!!”
She touched the face of the woman who took her in like her daughter. Tears streamed down her face as she pulled Selene's body close and screamed louder.
In the sky,
Eryndor let out a pained. Its body shook violently, as if struck by lightning. In that moment, its heartbeat stopped. Its eyes rolled back in their sockets and body went limp.
Arianna felt the world slow down as she began falling with the beast-bird.
Was this the end?
And if the heavens were to mourn her fate, a thunderclap roared fiercely.
Lylah finally managed to return, wheezing as her body hadn’t yet recovered from the painful transformation.
But it turned out to be a mistake—soldiers were already waiting to arrest her immediately.
Far away,
Evelora, the moon realm's Seer paused her cup before it reached her lips. She dropped it and let out a deep sigh.
The realm had fallen and they are about to know what it meant to lose a true guidance.
A hellish beginning was about to start.
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{BEYOND THE REALM}
It was indeed a land of endless ice. Barely a blade of grass or a drop of water could be seen. Cold and windy, snow covered ninety-eight percent of the realm.
Yet, there were survivors. Barely. And they all knew they would all be wiped out soon.
Somewhere in the realm stood a crystal-like abode. A scream tore from within. Painful and earth-shaking.
One of the male Ouroboros heard it from afar, along with his wife.
It was the Goddess's scream.
They both bolted toward the abode, spotting the frail feminine figure clad in a flowing silver dress, crying uncontrollably on the floor while holding her white staff for support.
Her assistant stood beside her, clearly worried.
“What’s happening?!” the woman shouted.
“Drakora!” the man called, and both rushed to her side.
She screamed again, so loud they had to cover their ears.
Then she stopped, tears flowing like a river from her pale, silver—almost white—eyes. She shut them tightly, throat constricted, and muttered under her breath:
“They’ve… killed her…
She is… dead… they killed her.”