Chapter 88 - Preparations Part 3 (1/2)
Ramose felt every bone in his body snap and pop, the unpleasant sound accompanied with unimaginable pain. His blood boiled, chaotically rummaging through his veins, begging for an outlet, for release.
He endured the gut-wrenching pain and relentlessly pushed forward.
'I only have this one chance. I cannot afford to waste it!'
Guhhh!
The spinning force of the vortex became fiercer, and uncontrollably, he spurted blood.
Whoosh!
Bang!
In the next instant, his body was violently shoved out of swirl, crashing roughly on an empty red landscape.
The environment here was devoid of any kind of lifeform. There were neither vegetations nor animals, signs of life nowhere to be found, as utter silence dominated the region.
Ramose crawled on his four, his gaze sweeping the desolate landscape.
'Ancestor Wolf's chamber?'
It was not what he was expecting. As an ancestor of the Werewolf clan, Ramose was expecting the Ancestor Wolf's secret chamber to be one of mystery and magic.
But here, everything seemed...vacant?
'What's going on? Am I in the right place?'
As suspicion grew in his heart, the last strand of hope he was desperately holding onto seemed to be slipping through his grasp, filling him with dread and cold sweat.
'If I do not find Ancestor Wolf's heritage, how am I going to protect Versailles?'
Ramose was anxious now. The Ancestor Wolf was his last hope.
Hope for a more secure and carefree future for his mate.
If he failed to get anything out of this trip, he'd have to resort to desperate measures.
Lifting himself, he wearily staggered forward, his ragged breathing resounding in the silent atmosphere.
The red void seemed endless, stretching as far as his sight could see. Within that endless void, he wandered for what felt like forever, refusing to stop, unwilling to return.
Because once he stopped or returned, it would be akin to giving up.
And so, Ramose kept up his dogged search, shouting as he went, for what he believed to be his final hope.
”Hey! Anyone there?”
”Anyone? Anything?”
”Anyone...”
”Any...”
As he screamed and yelled without pause, his voice grew hoarse, until he barely had the strength to keep his mouth open, keep on moving. Dispirited, his huge form slammed powerlessly onto the red ground.
In the center of a wide, spacious red void, a huge black wolf laid expressionlessly onto the red landscape, the light in his black pupils crumbling as his aura collapsed at a frightening speed.
Hopeless despair and deep agony oozed from his huge frame, enveloping his vicinity in a thick aura of gloom.
”Hah...haha...haha...” The black wolf laughed, but the sound was more sorrowful than if he had cried. Crimson streaks of liquid slid down his trembling lips again and again.
He had appeared before the red gate of the Ancestor Wolf with great expectations, hoping the trip into the ancestral chamber would provide him with a means of standing against the heavens.
However, the current situation proved he was only chasing after an illusionary dream.
Even more heart wrenching was the fact that he wasted so much time inside the red void, there was no way for him to make any last moment effort to whisk his mate away.
”Guhhh...ah...guh...ah...” More blood spurted out of his mouth, his pupils contracted erratically, and a groan that would rise unease even in the hearts of indigenous creatures escaped his throat.
”Sigh...to think you would be so...desperate.”
An ancient, transient sigh cut through his wallowing despair, abruptly raising his alarm.
”Who...?”
He had been loitering in the endless void for quite a while now, long enough to feel like forever, and yet, he never once felt the presence of another existence.
However, there was suddenly the sigh of an unexpected being now, rekindling the dying amber called hope, in his heart.
”Hmm...your guess is half right...I am not the Ancestor Wolf, but a remnant spirit of his. In other words, I am the last spirit trace of the Ancestor Wolf in the seven realms.”
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”This is our final destination.”