Chapter 27 - Mate (1/2)

With the conclusion of the Battle of might, many races such as the six supreme clans, the merfolk tribe, elven group, and iirifeys among others proceeded onto the next round.

But they did not proceed because they were more powerful and mightier than the fallen races, but because they were stronger than them in making use of their environment, opponent's weakness, and concealing their own weakness to safeguard themselves.

Looking out for themselves.

Under the thunderous cheers and roars of the audience, the remaining races made their way out of the battle arenas.

”Now that the Battle of Might has concluded, the Battle of Wit will take place 7 ice nights from now at the Erupting Volcanos.” The witches, who were announcing in amplified voices, looked towards the races that dejectedly walked down the arena.

”The races that lost the second match of the Battle of Might will be declared servants of the leaders of the arena stages they lost under. They will also be labeled as tribes and their leaders will be addressed as Sire. They have to obey and carry out every order of their masters without hesitation or questions.”

”If one individual of a race resists that order, their entire clan shall be wiped out without exception or exemption. Their servants' status will remain until the next decades Battle of Might. That is set, and that shall be!”

”That is set, and that shall be!” The rest of the races chorused along, some in sorrow, some in dejection, some in jubilation, while others in resignation and tears.

Versailles looked at the only surviving fledgling out of the swarm, her eyes brightening with unshed tears that she rapidly forced back.

'Were they so weak that they could not even fight back against a pack of similar fledgling gorgons? Perhaps, they were not made for such a realm.' Versailles could not help sighing as she scanned the many races that were now either wiped out or thoroughly defeated.

This was the way of the Nar realm.

”At least they still have those above quarter of a century in their race to replenish the numbers. However, it will be even more difficult for them to rise back up in the future.”

She was so preoccupied with the demise of the little snakes and the future prospects of the other races that she failed to notice her flame hair floating above her head without any wind lifting it.

She failed to notice the wolf king that was approaching her in a daze, his dark eyes clouded and black fur bristling with unbridled power.

She also failed to notice the now-silent crowd that stared at her with strange expressions on their faces.

By the time she returned to her senses and turned back around to make her way to her Queen, she was under the oppressive aura of a magnificent black wolf.

Startled, she panickily jumped back, bumping into the fledgling frozen in fright behind her. This resulted in her losing her balance.

And just as she was about to hit the floor and was planning on transforming into her snake form to save herself from such a horrid public humiliation, two strong, warm muscular arms gently grabbed her waist, bringing her directly into a rock hard chest.

Ramose pulled the slender figure into his arms, placed his head on her flame hair, and inhaled deeply.

Instantly, an electric current shot through his entire body, numbing his limbs. He felt a primitive source in his being stirring restlessly as it violently thrashed and struggled against the invisible bindings restricting its freedom.

He felt the electrifying power wrecking havoc and finally snapping its bindings, reigning free. Roaring joyously, it impatiently dashed out of its cage and covered every inch of his body, instinctively seeking out another source to complete its transformation.

Yes, as primitive and powerful as it was, it needed another source to complete its transformation. To become whole. To become complete.

He felt the tendrils of the currents stretch out beseechingly to another source. It intertwined and entangled with it in a fierce struggle for dominance, before fusing and transforming into a black wolf with purple pupils and flame-colored tail.

He felt the perfectness and completeness of the combination, as waves of pure light and radiance covered the form and spread to the depths of his heart.

The light busked his mind, heart, and soul in an unimaginable radiance of harmony, pleasure, and peace, making him feel satisfied and complete.

”Without you, I am but a shell, it is you who breathes life into my soul, my better half.” Ramose instinctively growled dazedly in his mind to his mate, saying the ancient soul-bonding claim imprinted in his soul.

Versailles' body trembled. She felt the fusion of the two forms. The foreign yet familiar presence invaded her body, passed through the magic barriers she created in her mind without obstruction and reached out to her 'glowing soul'.

However, unexpectedly it was not the pure white glow of the 'glowing soul' she expected that greeted the overwhelming presence, but a pure flame spirit instead.

'That's me!'