Fated To The Cursed Lycan Prince

Chapter 1169 Walking The Wire

Crystals POV:

Rufus’ words made me realize that we had dawdled for a considerable amount of time. I hurried to catch up with his long strides.

I told myself that we would find Arron soon, and made sure that I had enough energy for the inevitable battle waiting for us.

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Rufus pulled the map out of his pocket. I peered over his shoulder, dumbstruck at what I was seeing. It looked just like an abstract artwork done by some kindergartener! I frowned at the mess of lines and colors. If I didn’t know better, I would have thought that this… thing had been designed to purposely confuse and mislead people.

“How are we supposed to read this?” I muttered under my breath.

without missing a beat, though he did take a few additional glances at the map before folding it again. He then led me down a

me. I had every confidence that he would take us to our destination without a hitch. Sure enough, after passing through a sparse forest, we arrived at a mushroom-shaped building about

and two men stood guard at the entrance, both of them wearing blue masks. After a moment’s observation, we learned that only those with invitations were allowed entry. I supposed we were in the right place, then. We moved forward, Rufus presented his invitation, and

walls, completely blocking out all the light. No lamps were in sight. Instead, candles lit up the place from their places high up on numerous chandeliers. Up front was a giant stage, and it was lit up more than any other part of the

hadn’t been given anything at all. I flagged down a nearby staff and asked, “Did you guys forget to give us

not be able to see clearly due

and said nothing more. Rufus pulled me over to our designated seats. We eventually sat down at a platform that afforded us the perfect

just as well, as our conversations were

us, and a clown riding a unicycle appeared onstage. He proceeded to perform one

approached Despite knowing that it was all a show, I couldn’t help but fear that he would topple over

back against my chair and grew increasingly vigilant as the seconds ticked by. As it was, I noticed that the clown was wearing a unique

and he picked up a microphone. I realized belatedly that he was also the host of the