Chapter 22 - Battle Of Might (2/2)

As she stood among the serpentine forms of the serpents on the snake clan stage, her glowing figure seemed to unintentionally radiate waves of youthful energy. The little fledglings she previously trained nervously stuck to her side, like little chicks sticking to their mother hen.

King Ramose's was feeling bored when his roaming gaze caught the flame hair serpentine among the snake clan's stage.

His eyes instantly darkened, his calm aura turning chaotic in an instant.

The last time he saw her, he wasn't able to get a good look at her. Her image had overlapped with the one from his nightmares, confusing his senses.

But now that he saw her again, he could not help furrowing his brows in confusion.

She looked the same as she did more than 18 years ago, and he was certain that her unchanged appearance had nothing to do with the 'eternal look' ability of the Snake clan.

Her face did not just look young, but both in vitality and vigor, her whole being exuded an aura of youthfulness only found in fledglings.

What was going on?

”The first rule of the Battle of might is that there are no rules. The objective of the arenas battle is to come out victorious, whether one does it by defeating their opponents, handicapping them, or killing them is of no importance.”

The witches booming voice pulled him back to his senses.

No matter what the situation was, now was neither the time nor place to investigate.

Shifting his gaze away, he focused his attention on the Werewolf clan, feeling pleased at their vigorous appearance.

”The important point is that the victorious will proceed to the next round of battles while the defeated will no longer have the chance to change their and their clan's fate and status among the ranking of supreme creatures. Is that clear?” The three witches scanned the arenas as they asked in unison, their voices the only ones resonating in the ginormous stadium.

”Yes!” The races shouted back with impatience as they looked at the witches, waiting for them to signal the start of the battles.

They already knew the number one and only rule, having engraved it into the deepest part of their mind and heart.

So, seeing the witches waste time reiterating information they already knew, instead of starting the battle, made them feel impatient. They didn't need to be informed of the rule again.

However, the witches were only doing their duty, making sure all participants were forewarned and informed of the brutalities that would ensue.

Because once the battles began, no race had the ability to interfere or stop the ongoing melee until a victor from each stage emerged.

Not even the Six Supreme Clans had such an ability.

Of the many races on the stage, more than half of them would be wiped out, while the other half would be handicapped for decades.

Only the victorious clan would reign supreme, and all the defeated groups and tribes would turn into the slaves of that clan.

”Alright, now that everyone is clear of the rules, may the three supreme clans put down the shields now, please?” They looked towards the werewolf king, vampire supreme elder, and snake queen as they asked.

On getting the 'go signal' to put down the shields, the three leaders, Luke, the supreme elder of the Bloodsucking clan, King Ramose of the Werewolf clan, and Queen Nakee of the Snake clan stood up on their viewing platforms and raised their hands towards the sky.

Power, hot, cold, and warm poured out of their palms and shot into the dull red sky, filling the blood arena stadium with a brilliant glow of light that felt out of place with the dark and foul environment.

Cracks sounded out as thunder boomed and lighting flashed.

Very soon, from the center of the dull red sky of the blood arenas, a shield of lighting in the form of a dome descended slowly and slammed forcefully into the crimson ground. It crackled as it spat out sparks of lighting for a few breaths of time, winking out with a resounding boom.

After another breath the shield turned invisible, displaying the participants on the battle arenas in great magnification and clarity.

The moment the shields were in place, the other three leaders of the six clans stood up on their platforms as well.

”Races of the Nar realm, from this moment on, you are all fighting for the survival of your clans. The mighty will rise and the weak will fall.. Now let the Battle of Might begin!” The six leaders of the supreme clans hollered the ancient chant together, their powerful voices rumbling off the black ancient walls of the Battle Arenas.