Chapter 109 - Battle Of Kings (1/2)
Ramose braved through the shockwave, dodging flying rocks and rubble as he rushed to his mate's side. Her figure was motionlessly sprawled on the ground, bleeding from multiple cuts and scratches that were quickly festering from the residue of the black magic.
”Versailles, are you okay?”
He knelt beside her still form and shifted, the process hurried and disordered. With caution, he gently gathered her in his arms and brushed her hair away from her face.
The pallid complexion and bloodless lips sent his mind spiraling into chaos. Blind with worry, he roughly shook her body, throwing caution to the flames.
”Versailles, Versailles!”
His voice sounded tearful as he hoarsely called out her name. It seemed as if every color and life was drained out of the man as desperation, panic, and pain covered his features.
”Nothing can happen to you...nothing can happen to you...” As if the words were a magical spell, he repeatedly chanted them with vacant eyes.
”Versailles...”
”Hmm...”
The sound was faint, barely above the silent whisper of a breeze and quiet flutter of butterfly wings. However, Ramose, who was intently focused on the limp form in his arms, immediately heard it.
”Versailles, can you hear me?”
Yanked from the abyss of despair, he peered anxiously at the barely conscious female with tensed nerves.
”Hmm.”
”Ahhh...”
Immense relief, like the cool shimmers of healing power flooded through his body, sapped his strength, and Ramose slumped weakly on his side, clutching tightly onto the tiny figure.
She was alive.
In this short period, he felt as if he had traveled a thousand miles and back, his heart plunging into an icy void as it raced and stopped intermittently.
”It's great that you're okay.”
And it was. Because if something happened to her within his presence, he would never find salvation in any life or form.
”This place is no longer safe. We need to leave before the Supreme Elder recovers.”
He sat up with her and secured his hold. Residues of the black magic were still clinging onto her wounds, worsening her condition. Placing his hand over her injuries, black light with hints of red-gold flowed from his palm and entered her body.
Instantly, as if lit from within, her body glowed like the shimmering snow on the ice mountains and white walls of the Colosseum of Nar. Delicate and bright, the white light forcefully expelled the black magic from her body.
Ramose watched with rapt attention as her wounds formed scabs and healed at the speed of light. It was only when every scar and scratch on her body was healed, that he breathed in relief.
Without any more delay, he raised to his feet with his mate in his arms. Sweeping the place for a final look, he flashed into the distance.
Luke weak and powerless, saw the werewolf navigate through the flying rubble, the girl held protectively in his arms as he leaped and dashed across the pit.
Within a few breaths, his figure disappeared.
”I failed. Even after everything I have done, I wasn't able to get her. In the end, just what exactly went wrong?”
Luke was devastated.
He did so much, forsaking even his own identity as the Supreme Elder of the vampire clan, just to get her. He made a deal with the Dark Lord, and at the final moment, even sold his soul.
So why wasn't he able to get what he wanted? Why!?
He vacantly stared at the dull red sky, every limb and bone of his body screaming in agony. But as if he couldn't sense the pain, he hadn't made a single sound, laying still and motionless.
It was right at this moment that space trembled and a dark void opened before him.
”Lukeee...you failed, not because you were weak, but because you are too concerned about the trifles.” The sinister voice belonged to the dark lord.
”What do you mean?”