Single Mother of a Werewolf Baby

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 tpassing 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 cas 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. Scarried 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.

Then, a voice echoed... not through his ears, but within his mind.

"Erevan Brontes Lychos, son of Damon Brontes Lychos. King of Werewolves. Close your eyes, and walk forward."

It was Yggdrasil who communicated through mind. The ancient voice was serene yet immense, like the deep

hum of the cosmos.

Erevan obeyed. He closed his eyes and moved forward step by step. The ground under his feet felt soft and

warm, like moss kissed by starlight. A sense of timelessness overchim... he no longer felt his heartbeat, nor

the weight of his limbs.

Then the voice returned.

"Stop. Open your eyes."

He did and looked around in awe. Before him stood the colossal trunk of Yggdrasil. Its bark shimmered like gold-

veined mahogany, and its roots pulsed with the colors of life: blue, green, gold, and white. The branches high

above disappeared into clouds of starlight, where they were emitting emerald green glow.

Erevan bowed in respect, his voice steady and full of reverence.

"Lord Yggdrasil, thank you for grantingthis audience."

"There is no need for such formality, King of Werewolves," the tree replied through their mental link. "You know

the protocol. Choose a vine that resonates with you."

Erevan stepped closer and reached for a vine that cdown from above branches and glowed with gentle

white light. As he touched it, the vine responded, releasing countless threadlike tendrils that extended and

wrapped around him gently, as if encasing in mother’s womb.

In a heartbeat, his body was cocooned in white light. He no longer stood in the grove... but floated in a boundless

white void.

Here, Yggdrasil's consciousness would merge with his memories. It was more than communication... it was

communion. The tree didn’t simply listen. It experienced his whole life.

Then, the voice returned.

"Congratulations on finding your daughter! With the inheritance of your strong bloodline, she might beca

great asset to the balance we strive for."

"Thank you," Erevan responded, humbled.

"Your decision to use all one hundred slots at once is bold... and logical, given the urgency of your heart.

However, it comes with a great cost. If sexceptional talents are born in the next two centuries, there will be

no remaining slot for them."

Erevan paused. He hadn't thought that far. His excitement had blinded him to the long-term implications.

"You're right. | should have considered the broader consequences. | apologize."

"No apology is needed," Yggdrasil said. "Your timing, in fact, is impeccable. | was already preparing to summon

the races to send their young elites for trials. I've informed the dragons. There were sunforeseen events in

Molgrath, the skeleton armies have been attacking relentlessly. The dwarves are struggling against them and

asked for reinforcement. Other regions also faced increasing pressure past few weeks."

"So the trials are more than just preparation?" Erevan asked. "They're a necessity?"

"Indeed. An Ascendant army will be our best response. Skeletons are weak, yes... but in numbers they could

overwhelm any region. The enemy doesn’t rest. Nor do they fear death. We need to send ascendant fighters in

numbers to counter them. | will also send spowerful ascendants from Earth as mentors to guide them."

After hearing Yggdrasil’'s words, Erevan nodded in agreement. The plan was bold, but he could see its potential.

There were still many powerful ascendants living in the various pocket dimensions scattered across Earth. If

Yggdrasil could send sof them to accompany this newly emerging generation of ascendants to Molgrath, it

would be a mutually beneficial arrangement. The older ascendants might finally have the opportunity to break

through their bottlenecks and limits, while their experience and strength would provide security and mentorship

for the young bloods. In the battlefield of Molgrath, they would grow faster and stronger together.

"I understand," Erevan said thoughtfully. "But sending such a large number of ascendants to Molgrath... won't

that put a strain on you?"

Yggdrasil replied, "The number of ascendants who have visited Molgrath in last few centuries was negligible. |

still possess more than enough energy to facilitate the teleportation and oversee the trials. What | require now is

faster response from your side."

After a brief pause, Yggdrasil added, "You may send eighty of your most promising young werewolves for the

trial. The dragons will inform the other races shortly. You should begin preparations immediately. | will be

waiting."

Erevan bowed his head respectfully. "Thank you for your kindness and trust."

When Erevan emerged from the inner circle through the living archway, his companions were waiting along with

the two dragons brought them here. One of the dragons, a tall male with shimmering sapphire scales, stepped

forward and addressed him respectfully.

"Lord Lychos, your accommodation has been arranged in a villa near the business district. Tomorrow, there will

be an auction featuring several valuable items. We would be honored if you would attend."

Erevan smiled and replied, "Thank you for your hospitality and the information. I will certainly attend the auction.

It would be helpful if you could arrange tickets forand my companions as well."

The dragon bowed slightly. "Certainly, Lord Lychos. We will deliver your passes to the villa. If there is anything

else you require, do not hesitate to inform the guards stationed there. They are at your service."

With that, the dragons led Erevan and his party to their temporary residence. The villa was luxurious yet

grounded in natural elements—crafted from smooth white stones with crystalline windows that filtered sunlight

in warm hues. Its design blended ancient harmony with modern elegance.

After settling in, Erevan changed into a more casual outfit and stepped out into the common room. He found his

companions already waiting for him, excitement in their eyes.

They all wished to visit the nearby market district. They hoped to buy sgifts and keepsakes for their families

or friends back home.

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Fortunately, the market wasn't far.

After a short ten-minute walk they

arrived at the business district. The

streets buzzed witifestS1S Tine

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incense, rare herbs, and roasted

meats filled the air. People from

various supernatural races bartered,

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For the next two hours, Erevan and his team browsed the shops. Erevan purchased unique souvenirs based on

what he knew of his council members’ tastes. Thoughtful gifts like this often went a long way in building loyalty

and trust.

He also secured several enchanted items... small but powerful tools, talismans, and protective charms... which

he intended to present as prizes for the winners of the upcoming werewolf clan competitions.

Enchanted items held critical

importance for anyone heading into

another world. Only items imbued

with spiritual SAME) properties

could phe rough the teleportation

gates. Non-magical belongings

would simply be left behind. Even

, q

one’s clothing needed to be

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Because of this, newly ascended warriors often scrambled to acquire spiritual clothing, weapons, and

accessories.

But therein lay the problem... such

items were rare and extremely

expensive. No races on Earth had the

skills to produce:thafriih the other

world, he Svarves were legendary

for their creation of enchanted armor

and weapons. Other races there

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Fortunately for Erevan, werewolves were among the wealthiest of the supernatural races. Even after spending

what most would consider a fortune, Erevan was far from broke. In fact, he was waiting to find sgood items

in next day’s auction.

Later that evening, one of the two dragons arrived at their villa to deliver the tickets.

"Your party has been assigned to VIP Box Number Two," the dragon informed them. "The box seats up to ten

individuals and grants you private access to the venue. There's no need for additional entry passes."

The next morning, Erevan and his party dressed in formal attire and set off for the auction house named Elysium.

When they arrived, the entrance of the venue were already packed with people from all walks of the

supernatural community. Long lines formed at the gate as guards checked invitations and conducted magical

scans.

However, as VIP guests, Erevan’s party bypassed the line entirely. They were escorted through a side entrance

designated for staff member and VIP guests.

Inside, the atmosphere was electric. From the murmurs of those around them, they quickly learned why the

crowd was so massive.

A Heaven-grade armor was suddenly added to today’s list of auctioned items. Naturally, dragons sent invitations

to every major power and they in turn had sent representatives. And everyone cto Elysium eager to

compete for that one rare artifact.