Chapter 41 - The Clash (1/2)

Ramose felt the instant the connection between him and his mate went dead. The completeness and tranquility that recently settled over his soul retracted with gaping ferocity, making him feel empty and disoriented.

Before, when his soul was incomplete, he did not feel any discomfort or incompleteness as he never experienced the feeling of a complete soul. But now that he finally knew what it felt like to be complete, the sudden void pained and distorted him.

His heart clenched with the devastating pain, clouding his thoughts, agonizing and crippling his soul.

Desperately struggling, his huge form crashed to the ground with a loud bang, skidding through the black stone, sending black rubble flying about.

Versailles unmoving body shook, sliding off his back towards the blazing lava, hot and slick, about to nick her delicate skin. In a half confused state, he instinctively clutched her falling body into his broad arms and turned over, using his own body to shield her from the splattering and bubbling molten.

Instantly, his mind, heart, body and soul were overwhelmed with pain, wrecking his entity in agony inside out.

”Ahhh!”

An agonized shriek resonated in the deserted terrain, wild and unbridled, heart wrenching and horrific.

As the huge form of a wolf writhed and moaned in pain on the black ground, convulsing and twitching, a blinding glow of white light shot out of the tiny body in its embrace, entered its chest, and enveloped his huge form in brilliant radiance.

Instantly, the painful moans died out, silence reigning over the black region. The bright light slowly dimmed and died out, revealing a man with a black wolf head and arms.

However, the girl was nowhere to be seen.

At this moment, if any race in the Nar realm were to witness this scene right now, they would be rendered speechless and dumb, doubting the accuracy of their sight.

Because this was a scene not witnessed in the realm for hundreds of years.

The legendary perfect fusion state of man and wolf, last achieved by the ancestor wolf of the Werewolf clan, represented the highest level of achievement for the werewolves in the realm.

It was a state where the intelligence of man became one with the powers of an immortal beast.

A few meters away from where the wolf-man laid, a massive, smoky shadow, with glowing red eyes floated through the air, corroding and eroding the black landscape. In its wake, waves of little flame bugs and flame creatures dropped like dead fish onto the black ground, their bodies motionless and lifeless.

Black smoke raised from their fallen bodies, engulfing their surroundings in darkness.

The unconscious black wolf-man laying on the ground, abruptly woke and sprang up. Raising its head toward the sky, it growled ferociously in the direction of the smoke-covered sky.

Bending, it leaped into the air, lunging at the approaching shadow. Its blue-black eyes glowed with a fierce light that fixed on the red orbs in the darkness.

Growl!

Kekkekke!

The man-wolf's growl was met with a burst of cackling laughter. The booming sound of thunder resonated in the distance as beast met shadow in a clash of brutal strength. The resulting impact of the powerful clash separated the two apart, tossing them in the distance.

On the back of the man-wolf, huge black velvety wings grew out, flapping in the air as they prevented his crash and pumped him forward. Dashing at the shadow, the wolf-man clenched its fists and rained ferocious punches on the smoky form, forming afterimages.