Chapter 48

Skye's POV

In less than an hour, I was bathed with blood, and every surrounding were either headless corps or burnt bodies of the rogues.

The place was extremely big, and I knew from the skills of the one's I fought earlier that they were just puppets, and the true enemies were still lurking in the dark.

I couldn't find the place that Kristen said, but it seems I was going in circles. And just like before, I was back again at the huge stairs.

"Something isn't right." I whispered lowly, then heard a crack behind me. I looked back and saw nothing, but when I turn to the front again, there were three old women.

Their hair were gray and dirty, and their fingers were like bones and all. They were giving off strange energy that I can't quite comprehend.

Then in my peripheral vision, I saw a burly bald man, he was grinning, as he looked down at me from upstairs.

"Where is my mate and my friends." I asked, but it was just dead silence. Only the breeze of the cold air passing through the wind