Chapter 65 - ARC 2: ADVENT OF THE VENOMOUS SERPENTINE 1: Revelations (1/2)
As Ramose and Versailles bodies got impaled, the dark mass shrouding Versailles soul howled and shrieked in agony before exploding into a black mist. The mist flowed out of Versailles seven orifices' and the bright glory of her fiery soul was revealed in her core once again.
The free soul twirled and danced in join before a bright soul joined it. This was Ramose's soul. The soul that was in the small crack of Versailles soul, preventing the Supreme Elder, Luke's soul, from bonding with hers.
And as it just happens, the soul was not a shred of Ramose's soul, but the complete half that was viciously ripped out of Versailles. Instead of dispersing, it was protected by the 'glowing soul', condensed into a tiny form to allow it to remain inside Versailles without alerting the Supreme Elder and his dark lord.
Now the two souls, both clean and clear, in their full glory, wrapped around each other, mixing and fusing before finally, a bright radiance burst forth, enveloping the two. Once the radiance receded, the transformed complete soul of Versailles and Ramose appeared. A black wolf with purple eyes and a flame tail.
In the moment of their death, the severed bond and split souls were combined and formed again.
In the final moment of their lives, Versailles and Ramose were united as one in mind and body, soul and spirit.
As their red blood flowed, combined, mixed, and united as one, a strange occurrence took place.
The never-changing dull red sky of the Nar realm turned crimson red, rivers of stars appeared in the starless sky, and a cool silver-purple moon enveloped the land.
The races of the Nar realm were in panic at the sudden phenomenon, rushing out of their abodes and nooks, gathering on the flaming surface of the realm.
”What in the Nar is going on here?”
”Why is the red heaven crimson? And why are there so many lights? What is that purple-silver globe?” Many of the races that had never gone out of the dull red realm asked in confusion as they looked at the stars and moon.
”Is that the important thing right now? We need to figure out why the heaven changed! Is it the dawn of the prophesied apocalypse?”
”The apocalypse? How could it be here so soon?”
”Is it really the dawn of apocalypse?”
As more and more races gathered together, discussion about the prophesied apocalypse started spreading out, sending every beast in extreme terror and trepidation.
”If it was really the dawn of apocalypse, what would become of me?”
Was every single individuals thought as they nervously and fearfully watched the crimson sky, desperately willing it to change back in their hearts.
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At this moment, Sailles' soul floated above the Nar realm, watching the unusual occurrence in the heavens as she listened to the races panicking conversations. Witnessing their fearful and terrified expressions, she could not help laughing in amusement.
The beasts of the Nar realm were panicking like headless Minturs at the mention of the apocalypse. Turning, she wondered if it was really the advent of the apocalypse as she watched the sky.
”If it is, I am not saved from having to personally go through it myself?” She asked out loud to no one in particular.
”Ahhhhh!”
In the next instant, her soul was forcefully pulled back by a mighty, powerful heavenly energy, pushing her directly out of the crimson heaven of the Nar realm.
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Sailles woke with a start. Hurriedly getting to her feet, she anxiously scanned her surroundings, remembering the powerful force pushing her out.
This was a land of black stone walls, black ground, and a deep valley. In the valley, there were two figures, one in white, the other in black standing on two mountain peaks. They were fiercely engaged in battle, their strikes ruthless and merciless. With one glance, it was evident without a doubt that they were not holding back, fighting to the death.
”Luke Aium, You had better stay away from my mate, otherwise, do not blame me for not taking your father into consideration.” The white-clad man's voice rumbled like thunder, booming across the mountainous landscape.
”Ramose, you take yourself too seriously. So what if she is your mate? As long as I desire, I can get anything I want, and I want Versailles Skyler!” The black-clad man roared with madness, flashing before the other.
”Humph! You can try and see, but you will never be able to get my mate. She is mine and mine alone!” The clash between the white and black figure intensified, disintegrating space and land as they flew in the sky, fought on the mountains, and battled on the seas.
”Luke, Ramose, Versailles?” Sailles' eyes widened in shock. The two figures were none other than Ramose, the wolf king, and Luke, the vampires' Supreme Elder.
As Sailles watched the terrifying battle, her soul shivered in fear. This two were no ordinary immortal beasts. There seemed to be a vast and powerful magic within them as they fought for almost half a month without rest.
Sailles was on the verge of breaking down just from watching them. At the point when their battle seemed to be approaching the end, a seven-colored lighting shot through the heaven. It covered the two's form and obliterated them from the very face of the realm.
Before Sailles had time to comprehend what she saw, her soul was yet again pulled out of the realm, appearing before a village.