Chapter 23 - Exchange Between Races (2/2)

Their statue forms were the only remainder of their existence in the Nar realm.

La, la, la, la.

Dark musical notes floated the air, the sirens sweet melody lulling everyone into dreamland. Vigilance relaxed, many dinymphs closed their eyes in relaxation and enjoyment.

Before long, white-gray smoky substance flowed out of the top of the dinymphs heads and their bodies fell in succession like dominos pushed over.

Bright lights glowed and the ranging of the dark melody continued to spread through the stadium as the competitors eyes turned turbid.

”Do not listen to the her enchantment! Shift your attention elsewhere!” The shout shattered the spell the creatures were pulled into, like a rock smashing on the surface of a fragile glass.

”Enchantress, how dare you try to cloud our minds! I will have your blood!”

”Kill her! Once she is gone, our ordeal will be less draining.”

”Let's go all out!”

Chaos and even darker magic spells were cast heightening the bloodthirst to the extent where lives were reaped like flame grasses and smoke weeds.

”Ahhh!”

After their extreme training in the underground cell, the werewolves seemed to be the only ones navigating through the macabre with ease. The minimen were swept to the side by their tails like ash fleas and numb flies.

In the audience, the Satyr looked at the stunned Hobbit with glee.

”Do you see it now? Do you finally understand why barely any beast chose the Werewolf clan stage?”

”But, how is that possible? Even the ring leaders on the other five stages are not as frightening as the werewolves. But why? They are all from the Six Supreme Clans!” The young Hobbit could not understand what was going on.

How could there be such a drastic difference in strength?

”Sigh, isn't that the scariest part? Well, imprint in your mind and remember well. You can pick on the beasts from the other five clans. But even by mistake, do not pick a fight with a werewolf. Because even one is enough to take down ten lesser race creatures.”

”Woahhh!” The young Hobbit could only stare, stupefied with the sudden revelation.

Back on the Werewolf stage, the selkies were the only ones left on the fighting ring, still desperately struggling as if their lives depended on it.

And in a way, it did.

”Shield! Keep shielding! We have to keep on shielding until the end.” Ash shouted to his elven brothers as more and more bodies dropped to the ground.

They had the worst of luck this year.

Fifteen days before the start of the Battle of Might, their tribe was encircled by a pack of vampires that feasted on their kin like snacks as they snatched, drained, and throwed them out like used rags.

As a lesser race, they didn't have the qualifications to go against their masters wishes.

Moreover, as long as a beast belonged to a lesser race, they were nothing but servants, slaves, and food.

As such, the elven tribe, which was almost double the size of the merfolk group, was instantly reduced to such a scant amount that they could barely resist the assault of the selkies.

Furthermore, the brown creatures were just as aggressive and violent by nature as the monsters from the Demon clan's Demon Faction.

Now, in order to prevent their race from going extinct, they could only defend until the bitter end.

Versailles swept her tail around the fledglings, effortlessly pushing back the assaulting merfolk.

This was one of the many disparities between the races. Both in group or individual battles, those at the bottom were always weaker in strength compared to those at the top.

”Hisss!”

”I have no issues with a snake tail, but having snakes for hair? Disgusting!” Merina exclaimed with repulsion as she gazed at the slithering snakes on the gorgon's head. The many tiny creatures and their creepy eyes disgusted her.

”What does it matter if it is disgusting or wonderful. At the end of the day, if you are weak because of your pretty tail, you will only end up as fish stake on another race's dinner table.” The gorgon shot back in scorn, obviously stung by the Mermaid's remark, but showing otherwise.

Her eyes swept over the pretty dull red hair of the beast, as envy and hate surfaced in her eyes.

She could not understand how some creatures could be concerned about their looks when living and surviving depended on the vilest and most deadliest of abilities.

Shaking her head in disdain, she charged forth. She intended to bring the fish to her knees, crying and begging for her life, when a shadow loomed above her head.

”No!” Was the last cry she made as her figure fell backwards.

Her eyes still stretched wide in disbelief, the venomous gorgon breathed her last.