Chapter 131 - The Incident 18 Years Ago Part 2 (1/2)

Versailles raced through the black mountains, navigating through the scorched land by instinct alone as she avoided traps and headed in the direction the lead Golmue disappeared. Flame bugs and Ash flies flew past her as she entered the back mountain of the Eternal Mountains.

Here, there were barely any sparks of flames. However, the heat pulsing from the rock walls, cliffs, and hills was so intense that fat drops of sweat started dripping from her forehead. As a cold-blood creature, the intense temperature was torture. But Versailles gritted her teeth and continued the chase.

With great speed and firm determination, she finally left the back mountains and entered a valley of raging flames.

”Great, another region of blistering heat! Is that Golmue purposely leading me to a region of unbearable temperature?” She abruptly stopped and suspiciously scanned her surroundings, her violet eyes flashing with a cunning gleam.

'Heh...even though serpentines can't tolerate high temperatures, the same doesn't apply to me. I am cold-blooded, yes. But my flame power gives me the ability to bend and control any flame or heat at my own will. In a realm of fire and blood, it gives me an extreme advantage in suppressing the other beasts!'

The flaming valley was quiet and deserted, the unnatural stillness in the surroundings raising her guard even higher. An eerie silence descended, enveloping and absorbing every noise as it filled the air.

Awhoooooo!

Right at the moment, the anguished wail of a beast sounded from further in the valley, making her heart drop to the bottom of her stomach. An ominous and inexplicable uneasiness settled in her heart.

”What is going on?” Her eyes widened in confusion, apprehension, and fear...

For the first time in her 18 years of life, Versailles felt fear upon hearing the anguished wail.

She could feel it.

Sense it in a way she had never sensed before,

Something ominous was coming her way.

”Entering a suspicious place isn't a sign of intelligence. The most sensible thing to do is for me to leave right now.”

Not wanting to remain for an instant longer, Versailles turned and...

Couldn't move.

'What in the Nar is going on here? Why can't I move!?'

Her earlier nonchalance completely disappeared as panic and fear overwhelmed her heart.

”No, no, no! Versailles, you cannot panic! Stay calm and think! Find a way to solve this problem!” Holding a hand to her throbbing head, Versailles forced herself to breathe in and out, and control her emotions.

”Awhoooooo!”

The wail sounded again, only this time, the anguish was filled with heart-wrenching despair and hopelessness that stabbed her heart and tugged at an unexplored, undiscovered, mysterious part of her being that she herself did not know existed.

That mysterious part of her being, as if attracted to the painful wail, clouded her mind and filled her senses with an intense desire to trace it.

”No, that's not what I want to do!”

Versailles, who was moving forward into the depths of the valley, screeched in astonishment.

She did not have control of her body! She could not control her movements!

As if she were a puppet following the will of her master, Versailles body moved towards the direction of the wail of its own volition.

”Awhoooooo...”

”Ah!”

An electric current shot through her body, eliciting a painful gasp from her lips as her heart clenched painfully in her chest. The soul-rending pain was so mind-consuming and overwhelming that Versailles dropped all her hesitation and sprinted into the depths of the valley.

As her heart pounded madly in her chest, her mind was filled with only one thought.

She had to get there in time!

She had to, or else, everything would be over.

Intense and fierce, the desire to trace the source of the wail was so strong that she shifted form without her conscious volition. Like a volcano that had erupted, Versailles unstoppably flared into the Flaming Valley with the greatest speed she had ever mastered in her entire serpentine life.

In the depths of the Flaming Valley...

A crowd of ravenous vampires surrounded and shamelessly took turns battling against an injured grey werewolf. The werewolf, though alone, fiercely shielded a female weretiger behind him as he faced off against the horde of vampires.

”Haha...Werewolf King, give up. You won't last any longer so it's useless for you to struggle so desperately. This is how your story ends.” A young vampire roared with laughter as she condescendingly looked upon the stubborn werewolf that refused to admit defeat.

The Werewolf remained silent, only hatefully glaring at the vampires.

In fact, he also knew that it was impossible for them to leave the Flaming Valley alive. The other clans had joined forces to separate him and his family from his wolf pack. From the present encirclement, their intentions were clear.

The other supreme clans of the Nar realm wanted to completely and irrevocably wipe out the Werewolf clan, once and for all.

”Yes, Werewolf King. Just accept your fate. You and your mate, along with your young cub are destined to meet your end today!”

”There is no point in delaying the inevitable. Your wolf pack is surrounded by allies. Even if you wait until the end of time, they won't be able to come to your rescue.”

”But don't worry. We promise to enjoy your mate well before sending her to meet you...hahaha!”

Another round of laughter began in the face of the Werewolf King's ferocious eyes. Unable to stand the insult against his mate, the wolf lunged into the crowd of vampires.

Snarls and growls rang out as claws and fangs clashed. The injured Werewolf King, though weak and close to his end, was still a formidable opponent to face. The vampires knew that they would suffer a devastating blow if they went against him alone, and ganged up.

Ten against one, they kicked and smashed the wolf in turns, tearing off his four limbs in front of his mate as a shower of blood rained down.

”Hahaha...Werewolf King, the end is here! Tell us, how would you like to go? Would you prefer to leave directly or watch us enjoy your mate and leave with her, hmm...?”

”What are you asking that for? Even though she is from a fallen race, she is still of the White-Winged Tiger. Her blood carries a trace of the Sacred Race's divine blood. If we seer offspring from her, I am sure they will be formidable. So, just finish off the wolf!”

”You have a point. Why didn't I think of that?”