Chapter 21 - Sacred Races (1/2)
With the screeching of the gates, the remaining three clans made their appearance.
”Look over there, the other three clans are here!” An Iirifey exclaimed in excitement as her eyes roamed over the the male leads.
The Bloodsucking clan was led by dark-clothed Luke who was already waiting for the vampires in the Eternal Mountains. Having spent a month in the Eternal Mountains Eternal Waves, Luke's aura had drastically changed.
From fierce and ferocious, it was now subtle and calm but with a dangerous edge. It clearly portrayed his current state of mind.
”Hisssss!”
”Is that the Snake clan? It's only filled with females!”
”Of course! The Snake clan is only filled with females, because it's members are all serpentines.”
The lesser beasts got even more excited as they looked dreamily at the fair skinned serpents.
If the Bloodsucking clan appeared tall and pale, the Snake clan was healthy and youthful.
Queen Nakee, in green dress, led the uniform serpentines towards the gates. Versailles walked alongside the queen in her gray floor-length heavy skirt and blouse.
The last to arrive was the Werewolf clan.
Static energy buzzed through the air, filling the atmosphere with an invisible, powerful force.
A force of overwhelming pressure bared on the chests of the weaker creatures, forcefully pushing them back.
Without warning, many instantly vomited blood, their ears ringing and nose bleeding as they stared in disbelief.
”It's the Werewolf clan.”
”Yes. Their aura is so strong. Have they always been this strong?”
”No, I think they grew stronger!”
”How is that possible?”
”I know. Look at their group. It is the smallest of all the six supreme clans, and yet, they intimidate me more than the other five do.”
”The Nar! This is way too scary! I would rather offend the other five clans than the Werewolf clan. Although they appear to be weak, their individual might is three times greater than the other clans individual beasts.”
”I know, right?”
As the group walked past, the races could not help but gasp in astonishment.
They were already overwhelmed by the line-up of the other five clans, and yet, the Werewolf clans' had to appear in such a domineering manner. Their oppressive aura and presence only made them feel more hopeless.
No wonder the six clans were the Six Supreme Clans. They were worthy of their statuses.
No matter how far they got in the competition, they would never be able to stand on the same wavelength as them.
Sighing, the lesser races consoled themselves with the knowledge that they were never the equal of the supreme clans.
Getting a little suppressed was no big deal.
The other individuals of the Six Supreme Clans felt the changes in the werewolves as well.
While they dazedly stared at them with shock-filled eyes, they could not help but wonder how within the span of a month, their aura had changed so drastically.
Of the Six Supreme Clans, the werewolf clan was the fewest in number, and yet, their aura alone was stronger than combined aura of the clans present.
”Sigh, I heard that because of their formidable bloodline, the werewolves are unable to beget daughters with their mates. They also cannot reproduce with mates of their clan's bloodline. To keep their clan from going extinct, they seek mates from the other clans, groups, and tribes.”
”That is only fair. Otherwise, the Nar realm will no longer be the Nar realm, but the Werewolf realm.”
More whispers rang out as the beasts stealthily discussed the advantages and blessings of the Werewolf clan.
Although getting daughters was not possible, the wolves were still able to get sons from mates outside their clan. At times, they even took in other beasts as servants and bed warmers in an attempt to get more off-springs.
This gave many female creatures of lesser races' the chance to completely shed their old identities and be born anew through their relationship and mate-bond with the wolves.
Not only was the Werewolf clan one of the Six Supreme Clans, guaranteeing them instant elevation in status, the wolves also protected and treated their mates like their most precious treasures.
Beasts in the Nar realm fought for their survival.
However, the mates of the werewolves did not need to fight to survive. Once they mated, the wolves immediately sent them to the Underworld Palace, where only the werewolves and their mates could freely enter.
”I wish I could become a female servant or slave of the Werewolf clan. If I can get such protection and importance, why would I even need to take part in the Battle of Wars?” A curvy Siren whispered wistfully.
”Hmph! Do you think you are the only beast nurturing such a dream? There are even more desperate creatures than you.” Shooting her a disdainful sneer, a succubus next to her pointed towards a group of Little Feys.
”They are willing to mate with the wolves just to escape such a life of despair and depravity.”
The Little feys, gold-skinned with dark eyes, were in chains, treated as trophies for the victors of each Battle of War.
There skins were marred with burn scars and whips marks. They were emaciated, their wooden, lifeless eyes staring bleakly into the distance.