Chapter 430: The King

**Thelma Zane’s POV** The urgency of the situation weighed heavily on my mind. What could possibly be more immediate and pressing than the threat of a demon seeking to descend upon the human world? Unless the humans had suddenly discovered the existence of werewolves and were preparing an army to invade, this looming danger was undoubtedly the most pressing matter. I couldn't fathom why my father, usually so decisive, would choose this moment to act with such caution. I had already planned to contact him once I finished speaking with Jordin, but before I could dial the number, a sudden, deafening explosion erupted in the distance. My hand trembled involuntarily, and in my shock, the phone slipped from my grasp, landing with a dull, ominous thud on the carpet. The girls and I rushed to the window to investigate the source of the sound. What we saw sent a chill down my spine. Half of the palace had collapsed in a massive eruption, sending plumes of black smoke and fog into the a