The New Ruler

Lonyth Capital, Siluria

"We cannot use the teleportation device," a woman said. She was holding what looked like a book, her gaze was on Lucas. She frowned, making the large scar on her face more noticeable.

"What are your orders?" she asked.

"So they used something to stop any relics and runes from working." Lucas narrowed his eyes at the book.

"The others, including Denys, are not responding to any communication that we have tried to send. The only way for us to go back is to teleport to the nearest base which is still half a day away from the Count's estate. Even then… we cannot assure that we would have the time to—"

"We will do that," Lucas said as he looked at the dying King of Lonyth. Whoever poisoned the King knew that he would immediately come back here to try and help him. This was merely a distraction. "Prepare the teleportation. To save the King, we must go back to the Count's estate."

"Understood," the woman nodded.

"I will teleport alone."

"Your Grace—"