Chapter 1355
Chapter 1355:
I gave a small nod. Just then, I noticed something strange about how Antoni was standing. His back was perfectly straight, like a soldier at attention. His right hand dangled oddly at his side. Bryan stood behind him, looking relaxed, but one hand was hidden in the shadows, pressing something against Antoni’s lower back.
Was Antoni being held hostage?
The idea shot through my mind, and I quickly glanced at Clayton. He had seen Bryan’s concealed hand too, and a faint, knowing smile touched his lips.
“Open the cells,” Antoni commanded the prison guard, his voice tight and serious.
The guard paused for a moment but then pulled out the keys and unlocked the doors.
Creak!
The iron doors slowly swung wide open.
I hurried out of my cell, and Clayton walked out of his. He grabbed my hand, his golden eyes sharp and alert as he scanned the area around us.
“Let’s move,” Bryan said quietly.
We were about to follow when Antoni suddenly broke loose and charged forward, yelling at the top of his lungs, “Guards! Grab them! These two are werewolf princes!”
Clayton and Bryan reacted in a flash, stepping in front of me like a wall. Bryan pulled out a shining dagger, its blade catching the light coldly as he aimed it at the approaching guards.
“Antoni, you’ve got a death wish!” Bryan’s voice was icy, sharp enough to chill the air.
But Antoni’s scream had already set the whole dungeon on high alert. Loud footsteps thundered in from all sides. In no time, we found ourselves encircled by dozens of soldiers clad in heavy armor.
Spears, swords, and crossbows were all pointed at us, their cold metal glinting eerily in the dungeon’s dim light.
Lατєѕτ ϲнαρτєrs ιn g𝒶l𝑛ovєl𝑆.𝗰om
Antoni slipped back behind the soldiers, a cruel smirk curling on his lips. “The ones begging for death are you! This dungeon will be your grave!”
He snapped his fingers sharply. “Strike! Kill them all!”
Bryan’s POV:
“Kill them all!”
Antoni’s bloodthirsty roar reverberated through the suffocating darkness of the dungeon as a deadly swarm of Wizard Clan soldiers thundered toward us with weapons drawn.
Clayton and I underwent our transformation simultaneously, our bodies rippling and expanding as we shifted into our formidable wolf forms. My razor-sharp claws ripped through the exposed throat of the first soldier who dared lunge at me, his hot blood erupting in crimson streams that splattered across my gleaming fangs.
Clayton surged forward beside me, his massive form diving headfirst into the chaotic fray with unbridled ferocity.
In that heart-stopping instant, my peripheral vision detected Antoni’s treacherous movement as he gripped a wicked short blade and stalked toward the defenseless Makenna.
Terror drained the color from her face, leaving her deathly pale, but she summoned her courage and managed to grab a heavy iron chain from the floor, swinging it with desperate ferocity at Antoni’s twisted face.
The chain scraped harshly against the cold iron prosthetic grafted to his left arm, sending brilliant orange sparks cascading through the air like deadly fireflies. Antoni retaliated with savage vengeance, his good hand seizing a heavy clay pot from the wooden table and hurling it through the air with murderous intent.
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