Chapter 110 - Surging Emotions (1/2)

Ramose tightly carried Versailles in his arms as he dashed across the cracked ground of the desolate region of the Soul Sundering Pit. Since one of the conditions for participating in the challenge was for Versailles to keep going, Ramose couldn't make a stop for them to recover from their injuries.

So, Ramose kept on moving, rushing towards the Grand Colosseum of Nar, the location of the Battle of Kings.

”After this battle, I will take you to the Underworld Palace with me. After this battle, we will start a new beginning.” Holding her closer, his eyes fell on her unconscious face, the faint rise and fall of her chest the only thing being him sane.

With anticipative and joyful eyes, he leaped out of the Soul Sundering Pit.

”Yaaaaay!”

”Look, the Werewolf King came out of the Soul Sundering Pit!”

”They made it out alive! The dark shadows must have fallen under their combined might!”

”Of course! That's the Werewolf King, after all. Who can stop him? Even the four clans fell under his might!”

”That's fine, but where is the Supreme Elder? Did he not come out with them?”

”Don't worry about him. Now that the Werewolf King and the serpentine made it out of the Soul Sundering Pit alive, the Battle of Kings will begin. The Supreme Elder won't miss it.”

The races of the realm gathered together on the outskirts of the Grand Colosseum of Nar and patiently waited for the appearance of Luke, Ramose, and Versailles.

Since the Viewing Platform was crushed, the witches saw no point in remaining in the Erupting Volcanos' Region, leading the various races to the center of the realm in wait of the two leaders and one participant.

All the other participants died, making this decade's Battle of Wars the most unique.

One participant challenged an entire group of beasts, one participant became victorious, triumphing over all enemies.

”You know, when I think about it now, I can see why out of every creature in the realm, only the serpentine was able to become the Werewolf King's mate.”

”Other than her, I can't think of any other beast that would match the Wolf King in might and presence either.”

”From this, you can see how beneficial and wonderous the werewolves' mate bond is.”

Amidst the excited murmur and chatter of the curious races', Ramose expressionlessly carried his mate and proceeded towards the Werewolf camp.

”Is Versailles okay?” Queen Nakee suddenly appeared and blocked his way, asking worriedly as she looked at Versailles still form.

”She will be if you move out of the way.”

”Huh?”

”I will be taking her with me.”

Rushing for an entire warm morning and ice night, Ramose was not in the best of moods. Right now, he only desired to carry his mate to his camp and wash her clean. They won't be able to rest, but they could at least look clean and decent.

Sidestepping the stunned Queen, he continued forward, glaring darkly at any creature that attempted to get within six feet distance of him.

After what felt like forever, he finally arrived at the Werewolf camp.

Olsen, seeing his King arrive with his mate, immediately ordered the wolves to clear the center of their camp.

”King Ramose, I had the pack clear the center camp for your use. Please let us know if there is anything that you need.” Olsen came to the side of Ramose and informed him of his arrangements.

”Hmm. Olsen, get me a black robe. Try your best to find one crafted by the Flame Silkworms.” He still remembered her dazzling beauty in the robe, seemingly not belonging to a wretched realm like the Nar.

Although there wasn't anything he could do about the realm's environment and atmosphere, as the Werewolf King, he was more than capable of providing her with the best of everything in the land.

”Yes, King! Is there anything else I can get you?”

”Get me a black robe as well.” Widening his stride, he left the wolf behind, his faint yes barely making it to his ears. A soft smile appeared on his lips as his gaze shifted to her before naturally retracting.

A while later.

Ramose, fresh and clean in his newly acquired heavy black robe, walked towards the figure of his busy mate. Her flame hair lustrously glowed around her fair face, falling on her chest and brightening her violet pupils.

The more he saw her, the greater his worries became.