Chapter 48 Master Scroll Of The Lycan Bloodline

• Raya’s POV
• The air inside the Lycan Monastery was heavy and cold, thick with the scent of ancient stone and dormant power. We moved through the absolute darkness, relying on the faint, pulsating lines of energy revealed by my Lycan sight. The narrow passage led us deep inside the mountain’s heart, the floor worn smooth by centuries of silence.
• Kaelen moved with caution, his breathing shallow, his uninjured hand pressed against the cold stone wall for support. The sheer density of the ancient power here was a dangerous catalyst—it did not break the binding spell, but it stressed it, threatening to consume his limited stability. I maintained a fierce focus on him, channeling stabilizing energy to the crude wooden talisman.