Chapter 127: Racing To The Palace For Urgent Treatment

"Hiben, hurry and activate the portal!" Olsen went past his King and instructed a grey wolf, who immediately sprinted to the right-most corner of the cave and sat in silent impatience.

As if sensing the wolf's presence, the flame cave trembled in reaction, a violet-silver radiance sprouting from its center. The radiant silver-violet glow enveloped the anxious wolves and trembled violently upon reaching Ramose and Versailles's figures.

The serpentine's brows furrowed and she moaned. As if she could perceive the silver-violet glow branding her soul within its mysterious hue, she evaded its pursuit. However, the light vibrated intensely, creating a giant spiral that danced around the unconscious serpentine and entered her trembling body.

An instant later, it reappeared in an excited swirl and covered the entire pack. 

"Sigh, it worked."

"Yes, she is our King's mate after all. It would've been more strange if it didn't work."

The werewolves were strung tight from the earlier incident and paced nervously in the cave as they stood guard and waited for the flame cave to acknowledge Versailles's identity as the mate of a wolf. The three heartbeat process felt like an eternity, making them doubt whether the portal would give entry to their king's mate as the serpentine's lifeforce weakened with every passing beat.

The moment the silver-violet radiance covered all their forms, they relaxed and released the breath they had been holding. With great anxiety in their eyes, the werewolves disappeared from sight.

Bright and mysterious, the flame cave returned to its original state. Silent and empty.

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The moment the wolves appeared, the red city built in a spherical shape encircling a magnificent crimson palace entered their sight. The crystalline palace stretched towards the silver-blue moon fixed in the center of the city, their combined red-blue radiance showering resplendence of purple over the settlement.

The Werewolf King took the thousand-step stairs in ten giant leaps and landed on the entrance of the stone gates. Wolves and female beasts lazily glanced over, curious about the new arrivals. Soon, their originally lazy expressions vanished and was replaced with excitement.

"Wahhhh! Our King is back! But isn't his expression a little off?"

"Of course it's off! He is carrying someone on his back!"

"Who? Who is King Ramose carrying? Is it a female?"

The female beasts were immediately attracted by the presence of the Werewolf King. Although they had mates, it didn't prevent them from secretly stealing glances at him. After all, which female could resist the charms of the handsome black wolf?

But before they could even take a look at the beast carried on his back, the Wolf King zoomed past them as if he was being chased by insidious Night Wrats1. The pack of wolves followed right behind on his heels, not even sparing a glance for the dumbfounded beasts.

"Did you see that? The look in the Wolf King's eyes!?"

"I thought it was just me. So, you noticed as well?"

"I did as well. The Werewolf King looked like he was on the brink of losing his sanity!"

"Surely, it wasn't be that bad. After all, what can possibly cause our King to lose his mind? Aside from his..."

"Aside from his mate!"

The group gasped in astonishment, their eyes widening in shock as they stared at each other. Unconvinced and in disbelief, they exchanged gazes and immediately ran after the wolf pack to confirm the truth for themselves.

Olsen and the pack kept up with Ramose, in as much urgency as if the survival of their clan was at stake as they raced towards the crimson palace at neck-breaking speed. Within five breaths of time, they arrived before the ginormous Underworld Palace gates.

"Make way! Make way! The Werewolf King is passing through! Make way!" Olsen screamed at the top of his lungs, startling the working palace beasts into scrambling aside as they stared back at the racing pack in confusion.

"What is going on? Isn't that Olsen and the King? They are normally not this loud."

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"Why do you care about how they are normally like? We are nothing but the slaves of the Werewolf Clan, brought to serve and fulfill their needs whenever they so desire. Keep this in mind and don't forget your place."

"Come on, don't get mad. She was only asking due to curiosity. I am curious as well. Why are Olsen and the pack in such a rush? The Wolf King also seemed to be carrying someone on his back."

"Sssiiiii! No way! Could it be his mate that's on his back!? Something must have happened to her to place the King in such a frantic state!"

As the palace servants discussed in hushed tones on the side, the female beasts from the stone gate arrived at the crimson palace. Standing next to the whispering beasts, they curiously peered into the palace walls, hoping to catch a glimpse of the Werewolf King's mate.

"We also think that something happened to the King's mate. At the stone gate, the Wolf King and his pack flashed past us without sparing so much as a sideward glance. This isn't normal."

"Definitely, something major must have happened! I just hope the King can safely pass through this phase."

Many sighed in sympathy while others looked on with indifferent eyes. Even in the Underworld Palace, dissension between the various races could be perceived.

Inside the palace, servants and maids rushed about as they carried warm water and healing potions, pain-relieving crystals and heat-relieving charms. A beast with blue eyes, fair skin, and pointy ears stood beside the bed as he chanted various magical spells over the unconscious serpentine.

Ramose sat on a wide bed with his mate tightly clutched in his arms, his gaze never once shifting from her unsightly face.

"Great Healer, you have the solution to every ailment. Please, heal our King's mate. She was struck with the Thunder-Kill Spectra." Olsen hurriedly pulled the man aside and informed him, afraid of wasting more precious time on diagnosis.

"Sigh. Thunder-Kill Spectra is a very evasive and strange parasite. The only type of its kind, once it enters the body of a living beast, it feasts and feeds on the fresh blood in their veins to sustain its life. Within thirty breaths of time, it links its lifeforce with that of the host whose body it occupies."

"We all know that information, Great Healer. I want you to start the treatment for our King's mate!"

"Calm down, little wolf. I am sure you know everything that I have said so far. But do you also know that after thirty breaths of time, it is near impossible to separate the Thunder-Kill Spectra from the host? Attempting to do so will result in immediate death, and not removing it will result in death by dawn. Unfortunately, your King's mate has already passed thirty breaths."

"What in the Nar are you saying!? Our King's mate cannot die! She cannot die! Do you understand? If anything happens to her..." His gaze shifted to the motionless male brokenly clutching onto his mate like a lifeline.

If anything happened to the serpentine, Olsen could not even imagine what would become of his King. 

Shifting his sight back to the blue-eyed healer, Olsen whispered in desperation.

"You have to do something! No matter what it takes, you must preserve her life! This isn't an order, Great Healer. It is a plea from a loyal subject for his King. You must save her!"

The Great Healer was taken aback by the sincerity in the wolf's voice and for the first time in a thousand years, his heart was moved. In a place like the Nar realm, pure sincerity was the most difficult emotion to find.

For the Werewolf King to have an individual by his side that cared so deeply and sincerely about him proved that he had a quality worthy of a beast's unyielding trust.

"I cannot give you false promises. As I said, the Thunder-Kill Spectra is the only kind of its type, evasiveness and strange being only the tip of the iceberg. Its vicious nature is widely known. It is why many races in the realm scatter upon hearing its very name. However, I promise to give my all in treating your Queen."

"Thank you! That is all I can ask for." Olsen stepped to the side and gestured the healer forward.

Sighing resignedly, the healer moved to the bed and started his urgent treatment.

Waves after waves of magical spells flashed and flew into Versailles's body, the numerous quantity enveloping her form in a cocoon of swirling light that hid her appearance. Ramose still clutched onto her motionless body, his firm grip refusing to loosen, as he kept his gaze trained on her.

From his appearance, it was as if he was afraid of her disappearing into nothingness once he shifted his sight away.

"Olsen, find me a dozen ice bugs within fifty breaths of time. Any later and I will no longer be able to do anything even if I want to. The Thunder-Kill Spectra is a fire attribute parasite. Using the ice bugs, we won't be able to get rid of it but we can drastically slow down the speed of its expansion."

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