Chapter 43 - Unease (1/2)

Her incandescent form, bright and glorious, beamed in the dark void, the only source of light fighting back against the encroaching darkness.

”You can go burn in the deepest part of the Nar!”

She threw back her head, her voice crackling with thunder-fire.

With a roar of fury, she burst into a violent storm of fire and light, spreading like a prairie fire as it howled and burst forth, consuming everything in its path.

She was magic, she was fire, she was dangerous and deadly.

Violent tremors shook the cloak of darkness, with a loud crack, the void shattered, revealing a dull red sky.

A blazing form of flame appeared in the center of the dull red sky. The blaze brightened the dull landscape before dimming and winking out.

In its absence, Versailles' floating form emerged.

The power left her body and she plummeted from her airborne height towards the scorched black ground below. Just as she was about to crash into the stone-hard floor, her figure hovered above the ground, slowly landing on her back.

Versailles laid weakly on the stone floor, her long fire-kissed hair blew away from her face on an unnatural wind as her violet-gold eyes glowed like twin jewels. Even now, she radiated with a visible brightness that lightened her bleak surroundings.

”Ramose...” She weakly whispered, a tear falling from the corner of her violet-gold eyes. Her head slumped to the side and she passed out.

A hundred miles in the distance, a rift appeared in the sky. From inside the crack, a figure cloaked in swirling darkness dropped, falling roughly on the flaming cracks.

The figure painfully wailed in pain, madly rolling on the flaming rocks. The smell of burning flesh filled the air, bringing with it a putrid stench. After a few more rolls and groans, the figure stilled. The dark smoke covering its body receded with a speed visible to the naked eye.

Soon, all the twisting and swirling dark smoke disappeared, revealing a body covered in grotesque burns that oozed pus and blood. The wounds covered half of the figure's body and face, distorting its appearance. But even with all the burns, it was not difficult to identify the figure.

The burnt and scared figure was none other than Luke, the supreme elder of the Bloodsucking clan.

At this moment in the Snake clan, the serpentines were in an uproar. The snake queen that was leading the serpentines back to the snake abode suddenly disappeared. Not only that, none of the Snake clan elders could contact her.

After using many different methods of incantations to trace and locate the snake queen, the elders found her corpse laying in a rubble near the Eternal Mountains, cut in half. The green serpentine and snake queen of the Snake clan passed away without warning.

The elders were not able to revive her no matter what spell or method they used.