Chapter 15 - King Ramose (1/2)

The werewolf king led his wolf pack through the valley of flames on their way back home. The wolf king was distracted, absentmindedly jumping over the flame pits and cracks on the red ground, as his gaze swept over the region in search of the flame hair girl.

Unfortunately, he could not spot even a glimpse of her shadow.

”Werewolf King, are you alright?” Spotting his King's unusual behavior, a brown wolf worriedly asked.

”Hmm? Ah, yes. I am fine...just a bit tired from the clash with the Supreme Elder.”

Sighing dejectedly, King Ramose recollected his thoughts and focused back on the alarming fact of the Bloodsucking clan's obvious ambush towards the Werewolf clan.

The number of incidents where werewolves returned injured and dead due to the machinations of the vampires had been rising at an astonishing rate ever since the death of the old wolf king 18 years ago.

It was also during one of those ambushes that he met the flame hair girl.

Finding his thoughts wandering back to her again, King Ramose could not help but sigh. After that night 18 years ago, there wasn't a single night where he slept peacefully.

Every moon in the Underworld Palace, he would chain himself to the walls using Flesh Roasting veins to prevent himself from harming his fellow pack-mates as he transformed into his wolf form and lost control.

Because the nightmares that haunted his dreams filled him with anguish that burned like concentrated acid, it seared into the deepest, most guarded part of his soul.

Shaking his head as if to shake himself awake, King Ramose's eyes turned sharp, resolve shinning through their dangerous depths as his pack arrived at the portal leading to their Underworld Palace.

The Underworld Palace portal was located in the depths of the valley of flames inside a flame cave. This flame cave was enchanted by a thousand-year-old witch who once had been in love with an ancestor of the werewolves.

As the struggle for survival was even more brutal at that period of time, the witch used the forbidden spell, 'a world under a rock' to create a passage in the small cave that led to the bottom most layer of the Nar realm.

This allowed the werewolves to live beneath the surface of the realm and create their Underworld Palace without having to go to war with the other clans. They no longer needed to strive to secure a livable environment.

Moreover, the witch also instilled what she called a 'moon' in the sky of the Underworld Palace, its silver-blue glow brightening up the red environment into an iridescent purple-silver. A small clear spring cut through the crimson buildings, stopping at a clean silver lake.

In the entire Nar realm, only the snake clan could compete with them in terms of suitable living abode.

Furthermore, the Werewolf clan's region of settlement possessed a celestial body that gave off light from the center of its sky.

Most significant, however, was the fact that the spell restricted the entrance of the Underworld Palace only to the werewolves, personally led guests, and their mates. As such, the flame cave did not need the guarding of the pack as it guarded itself against outsiders.

This was another important factor that contributed to the Werewolf clan's continued existence and powerful standing within the six supreme clans with their meager number.

What the heavens deprived of them in quantity was compensated in quality and good fortunate.

Unfortunately, the great witch that contributed to the foundation of the Underworld Palace disappeared, without a trace or clue to her whereabouts. There was, however, an unspoken consensus among the pack that the forbidden spell 'a world under a rock' might have cost her her life.

Entering the flame cave, King Ramose and the pack moved to the right-most corner and sat on their haunches, awaiting the activation of the portal. A silver-purple light spread out in the flame cave as it enveloped King Ramose and his group, weaving a resplendent shower of mysterious magic and beauty.

With a burst of brilliance, the light vanished along with the werewolves.

Very soon, the flame cave was empty, restoring its original flame color as silence permeated the valley.

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