Chapter 109: Battle Of Kings

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?" 

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Bleak and hopeless, Luke's voice was devoid of all emotions.

"Don't you know this yourself? During your confrontation with the girl and her mate, if you had just run up and grabbed her, you wouldn't be in this position now. You were too concerned about making her willingly follow you, that you missed your chance." 

"My intention was never to take her by force. Either coercion or brainwashing, or else, not at all." 

"And what did you get from that? An injured body and wounded heart! The Werewolf King took her away and at the end of the Battle of Kings, she will enter the Underworld Palace with him. You had one chance and you lost it. Kekekeke.....You can forget about possessing her. It will never happen..."

Luke was thrown in turmoil when he recalled their first meeting.

'She doesn't remember me anymore. The werewolf is the one she chose. Should I just give up?'

"No, I have only lost a battle. The war is yet to start. I will get her to willingly follow me. Only this time, the werewolf is going to die!" 

In the end, the thought of giving her up was even more devastating than the thought of losing. Because if he lost, he can always make a comeback with a more solid plan. But if he gave up, it would be the end.

Rather than embracing a bleak ending, it was better to die fighting for what he wanted.

With a fierce look in his and black threads swirling around him, Luke struggled to his feet and walked towards the black hole.

"Werewolf King, I will be back."

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" I wonder what's going on in the Soul Sundering Pit."

"The Werewolf King and Supreme Elder are probably assisting the serpentine in resisting the shadow armies."

"We could have seen the battle for ourselves if only the Viewing Platform hadn't shattered."

The various races dispiritedly discussed the possible outcome of the clash between the Werewolf King and Supreme Elder.

Due to Ramose and Versailles's soul fusion brilliance, the ancient stones planted in the Soul Sundering Pit to transmit the image of their clash, shattered in the process.

As such, unaware of the devastating exchange between the two leaders, the races were under the impression of the Supreme Elder descending into the pit to assist the two mates.

"It shouldn't be long now. With the conclusion of the Battle of Ranks, the Battle of Kings begins." The Eagle King was eager to battle the serpentine.

From the few clashes he saw, he could tell that she was no easy opponent, even proving to be an equal to them.

"But if the serpentine comes out victorious, doesn't that mean she will be a major power?" The Devil King was against the idea of the serpentine joining the ranks of Kings.

With the Werewolf King already so powerful and the Snake clan deciding to come out of their shell, the peaceful balance of the six clans' rule was on the verge of collapsing.

If the serpentine joined the Kings rank, then the balance of power would be completely and irrevocably shattered forever. At that time, only the Werewolf clan's and Snake clan's rule would reign supreme.

"Versailles should be fine now. We just need to prepare ourselves for the Battle of Kings." The White elder was observing the various races and clans, evaluating and measuring their reactions and intentions.

With the final battle of the Battle of Wars nearing, underhanded schemes such as poisoning and trapping would no longer have any influence.

In this battle, the leaders of the Six Supreme Clans and the successful victors of the previous four battles will clash in the Colosseum of Nar.

Versailles, who had completed the previous battles, was a likely participant for the Battle of Kings. 

"If Versailles wins against two Kings from the supreme clans, she will be in the Kings ranking. But since this Battle of Wars was different from the previous battles, I wonder how the witches will decide her title."

"But the highest title in the Nar realm is the title of King. What other title can Versailles receive?" The Snake Queen was in a similar fix. She had been trying, and failing badly, to think of a title that the witches could bestow on Versailles.

However, since this was the very first Battle of Wars where the races challenged only one individual, she couldn't come up with any fitting title.

"The Werewolf King entered with her. If they succeed in overcoming the dark shadows, my dream will be buried before even taking shape. Now, I can only hope that the Supreme Elder will get in their way." The Demon Queen, Rona Mai was muttering in anxiety.

She could almost see herself ruling over the various races, high and revered, before a venomous serpentine entered the mix. Now her glorious dream seemed to be slowly slipping out of grasp, while she did nothing but watch like a fool. 

"The Battle of Kings! I will have to get rid of her in the Battle of Kings!"

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