Chapter 131: The Incident 18 Years Ago Part 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?"

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"Because you were too busy fantasizing about humiliating the Werewolf King by taking his mate before his eyes?"

"Hahaha...true, true! You got me there!" 

The beasts laughed uproariously as they stood over the rasping Werewolf King.

"Umair! Umair!" The Werewolf King's mate, the weretiger cried tearfully.

Her white pelt was mated with blood as she dazedly watched her mate get brutally mutilated by the horde of vampires.

Tired, weak, and hopeless, she was close to collapsing. The only thing sustaining her was the tiny black cub held protectively in her arms. However, when she witnessed the scene of her mate struggling to remain awake even while he bled profusely with his severed limbs lying beside him, her heart froze and went dead.

She knew they had no chance of escaping this calamity. Their end was near.

As a weretiger whose clan had fallen to the bottom of the rungs, she felt ecstatic when she became Werewolf King's mate. Having never witnessed an amicable relationship between mates in the White-Winged Tiger abode, she held no delusions about getting along with her mate. Her only desire was to shed off her status as a fallen tiger race and live a comfortable and glorious life as the Werewolf King's mate.

However, she got what she desired, and more. 

In the Werewolf King, she found shelter, home, and unexpectedly the warmth of a family. A warmth she had never experienced in her own clan. And before she knew it, that warmth became the center of her existence.

Her dazed gaze moved down to the bundle in her arms, filling with endless sorrow as she sighed.

"Oh, little Ramose, my dear cub. You haven't even started living and yet, you are forced to witness all this." Caressing the soft fur, she lightly placed the bundle on the blood-soaked floor.

"Hehe...have you decided to nicely hand yourself over to us?"

"That's a smart choice. After all, what's the point of struggling when you can't change anything?"

"This is great! A willing party is just as good as a forced one!"

The vampires' eyes glowed with undisguisable lust as they leered at the fair-skinned weretiger.

Ignoring their lascivious comments, the weretiger stared into fading gaze of her bleeding mate. Her eyes went distant and she seemed to recall the first moment they met and the words he spoke that bond them together, forever.

"Without you, I am but a shell. It is you who breathes life into my soul, my better half."

Those words had changed her destiny forever. And now that she faced the threat of death, she felt no fear, no regret, and no unwillingness.

If anything, she felt only peace.

Only...

"You gave me more than I deserved, more than I even asked for. At this final moment, let me accompany you and keep you warm as you have kept me. Without you, I am but a shell as well. It is you who breathes life into my soul, my better half."

With a peaceful smile and unwavering gaze, the weretiger gazed into her mate's closing eyes and ripped her heart out of her chest.

"What the...!"

"That's a freaking White-Winged Tiger's heart!"

"She is mad! Move out!"

The vampires scattered in all directions, pushing and shoving as if being chased by a nightmarish beast. 

Boom!

In the next instant, an ear-piercing explosion rang out as a giant mushroom formed. The region where the Werewolf King, his mate, and their young cub stood was enveloped with a thick, crimson cloud that expanded outward and burst apart, sending powerful shockwaves that reduced the valley to rubble.

Rocks and debris flew through the air, as the weretiger's reluctant gaze fell on the only individual unaffected by the massive explosion.

A single tear dropped from the corner of her eye and her body cracked and crumbled into tiny fragments that turned to dust and scattered into the air.

A gentle breeze passed by and the dust was blown away into the dull red Nar sky.

...Only I can't bear for him to die.

The silent sigh drifted into the rift of the dull red sky, forever silenced.

The weretiger, in order to provide her cub with a chance to live, had ripped out her White-Winged Tiger heart that, upon leaving a weretiger's body, had the ability to trigger an explosion more violent than an erupting volcano.

"Awhoooooo!"

The black wolf cub, silent and observant during the entire battle, finally broke down and wailed in anguish.

The fierce explosion had not only reduced the valley to rubble, but it had also, along with the other vampire corpses, turned his parents' bodies to ashes. In the entire Flaming Valley, it was the only one left unscathed.

This was due to the White-Winged Tiger blood it carried in its veins. The Sacred Race's divine blood that it had inherited from its mother.

"Awhoooooo!"

As it howled again, it scrambled through the rubble, falling and rolling, searching for the figures of its parents.

Aside from a few bloodstains and white fur, there was nothing else to be found. The Flaming Valley was coated in a desolate air of death, destruction, and despair. As if it sensed something, the black cub sat on its haunches and gazed into the dull red sky with sadness so deep that the pain of his heart was portrayed in his sorrowful eyes.

"Awhoooooo!"

"What a crazy bi***h! She almost reaped my life!"

"Hmph! There goes our fun. Would it have killed her to allow us to have just a taste? Oh, what do we have here?"

At this moment, the crowd of vampires that had scattered away returned with pent-up anger and rage.

And the young lonely wolf cub, weak and defenseless, just happened to enter their sight.

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