Chapter 22 - Battle Of Might (1/2)
The stadium of the Blood Arenas, as the name implied, were crimson in color. The only bright color in the dull red landscape of the entire Nar realm came about from the various races of the realm whose blood was split and shed on its surface since the beginning of time.
These arenas were also once the old abode of a sacred race. It had hints of their spiritual power in the region, which is why the battles were conducted here.
As the six connected bloody arenas came into view. The six clans split apart, respectively occupying a ring each, and climbed the laborious red steps to the centermost of the platform. There were exquisite ancient stone seats erected for the viewing audience.
The creatures that came to spectate soon filed behind and filled all the stone seats surrounding the six rings.
”Yes, it is finally beginning! I hope my race comes out retains their ranking.”
”I don't want to remain a slave! Come on, Wind Birds! Don't hold back and show our might!”
”We just need to move up one rank to rise our status! Let's go Dinymphs!”
All the creatures cheered for their race, hoping they would make a leap with one single feat.
Boom!
Boom!
Boom!
Three loud booms reverberated in the arenas as the witches acting as referees cast the spell to gather the participants for the battle on the stages.
As one of the highest races in demand because of their ability to cast spells, the witches received better treatment in the Nar realm than all the other lower races.
”All participating candidates, please gather on the six stages. The participants cannot be above the 2 decades age limit. The battle of might should commence in fifteen breaths of time.” Through their combined sound amplification spell, the witches' voices resounded right beside the ears of all the races in the stadium.
Immediately, many figures flashed as they appeared one after another on the battle arenas, instantly crowding the stages.
From a high point, one could see the various beasts gathering around rings with competitors that possessed features similar to their own.
On the Bloodsucking stage, aside from the vampires, the dwarfs, giants, satyrs, and ogres were also gathered. Among the group of vampires, there were three out of the five individuals that were part of the Supreme Elder's pack in the lead.
Even though they were only three, as the sons and grandsons of the elders of the Bloodsucking clan, their presence signified the participation of the mainline.
The Demon Faction occupied the second stage which had the least amount of races gathered. Because of their grotesque appearance and brutal nature, no creature wanted to face against the demon clan. Aside from the minotaurs, the succubus and the imppish were the only races there.
The third stage was occupied by the Flaying Eagle clan, who faced against the uniman, minpixies, and peguman, making the showdown between the flying creatures the most anticipated battle of the whole Battle of Might.
The Devil clan faced against the iirifeys, dinymphs, and the dark sirens, making the arena one where mysterious dark magic and dark spells reigned supreme.
The Fifth stage was under the control of the Werewolf clan who intimidated their opponents just by aura alone. There were only a few shapeshifting minimen, elvens, and selkies on the arena.
”The Werewolf clan stage is practically the easiest one. There are barely any creatures gathered there.” A young Hobbit remarked in surprise.
”Haha...the easiest, you say? Why don't you look at the ring leaders of the arena. They are the Werewolf clan. Werewolves, understand? Why would any beast with a brain go there if they had a choice?” The disdainful reply came from a Satyr siting beside the hobbit.
”Huh? What do you mean?”
”What do I mean? You still don't understand? The weakest looking opponents are usually the most frightening. This description perfectly fits the werewolves. If you still don't understand, then just watch. You will see it for yourself soon enough.” Not saying anything more, the Satyr turned and ignored the confused Hobbit.
”They are that scary?”
And on the last stage, the Snake clan faced against the merfolk and gorgons. This seemed like a battle between snakes and tails, by far the most dangerous in terms of venom and poison.
Versailles, who had only recently regained her serpentine form, was physically under the 2 decade age limit.