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Mage And Wolf

What is a Lycan to do when the world begins to end around her? Exactly as she pleases, turning life after the apocalypse into an adventure to make the world a more fun place. At least for her. When portals open to other worlds, an influx of mana crashes the grid and the monsters and cultivation techniques of fantasy novels become her new reality, she can either embrace change and stand atop the world as a hero or die in obscurity. It had been almost a month since the first portals opened, since mana spiked into the long dormant ley lines of Earth and blew out the majority of the world's power grid. Almost a month since humanity found out they weren't alone in the universe, that in fact they'd never been alone even on their own world. Since the handful of remaining Fae, the vampire and witch covens, the werewolf and Lycan packs had become public knowledge. Knowledge that many were not at all prepared to accept. The leaders of the various supernatural factions had convened and decided that hiding our presence was no longer in our best interests, that it was more important to control public opinions than to continue to exist in anonymity. And that's where our story starts

Aoki_Aku · Fantasy
Not enough ratings
310 Chs

Chapter 275

Elder Song guides us smoothly through the portal in the refugee camp after a few minutes, still carrying Gerald in his arms. We take the long way back towards the pack compound, since we don't want to lead anyone who might be following us directly to a group of refugees and other civilians.

Plus it's raining here, which should render most methods of conventional tracking useless after only a few hours, washing away scents and everything else.

With the amount of destruction we caused, they should be busy at least that long, and the Divine Transfer prefers to resort to oracles for everything, setting the timing to some perceived opportune moment instead of blindly charging in and blowing up random targets like a certain someone I know.

Who me? No, definitely not.

We're almost back to the compound when it finally dawns on Gerald that Elder Song is still stroking his tail, brushing it to a glossy shine and perfectly tangle free.