Chapter 142: Your Palace

The sudden appearance of the beasts startled Elder Ben, who cautiously shielded the youths beside him.

"Don't worry elder. We aren't here to target the White-Eyed Seers. We are here to rescue you from the shadow army." The Scorpion King stood at the front of the new beast arrivals, his back turned to the White-Eyed Seers.

"Who are you?" Elder Ben felt apprehensive of the beasts, especially when he heard the Scorpion King mention the Shadow Army that was meant to be extinct in the Nar realm races mind.

"You will know once this battle concludes. Scorpion army and spider army, work together to accomplish this impossible task. Master wants a reply of how things go by the ice night."

The spider-scorpion army exchanged glances and flexed their muscles, in the mood for a round of competition. Not waiting for another moment, the army of beasts charged fearlessly towards the shadow army, shouts and battle cries ringing out as the two forces clashed.

Boom!

Bang!

Explosions were followed by bursts of red-gold flames that incinerated the dark shadows and the beasts slashed at any that remained with red-gold flame arrows. Losing a limb or two was no longer a great matter as the future of the Nar realm depended on their victory.

Before the beginning of the Battle of Wars, Versailles had mass-produced her red-gold flames for the beasts in the Ancient Fortress as they were very effective with the dark armies. Using an unorthodox method, she compressed the flame's power into a ball with a concealing and suppressing spell to keep their might at its optimum. 

The spider Queen had a menacing appearance, spewing rows and rows of silk nets as she faced the shadows. Her little minions stood to either side of her, striking at the stray shadows that escaped their Mistress's snare.

"Yaaaaaaaa! Kill!"

"Vanquish the shadows! Restore harmony!"

"Kill the shadows!!"

'Why is it always me at the forefront of every confrontation? It is a good thing that Master isn't here. Otherwise, I would be forced to clash with these creatures head-on to display my masculinity.' The Scorpion King grimly thought as he swept his gaze over the relentless shadow forces.

If it wasn't for his Master's flame balls, he wouldn't have rushed to the forefront of the battlefield.

"Scorpion King, are you going to attack?" The Spider Queen snarled in displeasure. 

She was using her full might to hold off the flow of armies as the scorpion minions and spider subordinates encircled the shadows, blocking all roads of escape. However, after one strike with the flame balls, the Scorpion King stood in front of the White-Eyed Seers, appearing to be shielding the lot when in truth, he was doing nothing.

"Spider Queen, you need to focus on your defenses more and pay less attention to my actions. I might seem to be doing nothing, but in fact, I am standing guard against any unexpected attacks and escapes. Master wants us to handle this matter very cleanly, not leaving even a trace of a shadow unscathed to spread that occurred here. Do you think I will be able to do that well if I am engaged with a shadow?" The Scorpion King self-righteously declared.

"You! Hmph!" Stunned speechless by the beast's shameless claim, the Spider Queen wanted to retaliate harshly but was unable to come up with any foul-sounding righteous words. What the beast said did make sense, making her doubt her judgment.

'Maybe he really is standing guard.'

Finding no other fitting reply, the queen snorted in discontentment and continued her web production.

Bang!

Bang!

At the center of the plaza, Chief Kelpin was close to his end, gasping roughly as blood tailed from various wounds on his body. Black spots littered the edges of his vision, making many of his powered attacks miss their target, resulting in his strength dropping as time passed while their opponent remained the same.

'Our White-Eyed Seers race...will it see another ice night?'

He could sense his lifeforce draining, his body weakening, his end nearing.

If this kept up, he probably wouldn't be able to last another clash. Despair and hopelessness shrouded his heart, plunging it into an endless void, as his surroundings span. But he could not stop fighting. Because once he did, it would mean the end.

'Just a bit more...a bit more time for them to escape.'

Rasping desperately, Chief Kelpin straightened his stooped figure and charged at another group of shadows.

"Yaaaaaaaa!"

Slashing and hacking indiscriminately, Chief Kelpin ran through the group in blind madness. His steps matching with those of his own race.

Boom!

Another shadow force flew through the air as it crushed into the ice house. 

"Puchi!"

"Chief!"

"Chief Kelpin!"

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His condition deteriorated yet again, raising alarm and fear in the remaining White-Eyed Seers.

"Chief, there is no point in doggedly dragging this on anymore. You can see that the shadow armies are unstoppable." A female White-Eyed Seer with white hair whispered dejectedly as she held his arm, her sorrowful eyes bleeding as she swept them over the lifeless corpses of her race.

'Once, they were full of life and love. Now, we are nothing but creatures at the end of our life. But this ending...'

"no, you are wrong, Ceres. There is a...point. The point is...to make...enough...time...for the oth...others to es..cape." The chief rasped.

"But..."

"No, but! WE...STOP...THEM!"

Puchi!

"Chief!"

Followed by another stream of blood, the Chief seer's body convulsed spasmodically, leaving the few dozen seers in panic. Icy wind gushed through the open landscape, chilling the despondent observers' hearts as they waited to follow their race's chief.

Whoosh!

Whoosh!

Whoosh!

Right at this moment, multiple shadows materialized out of thin air and stood protectively around the crumbled forms of the seers, causing them to raise their weapons in alarm.

"Calm down. We are here to help."

*

The next ice morning, in the Underworld Palace of the Werewolf Clan, Versailles woke with a pounding headache and confused gaze as she looked at her surroundings. It was after she saw her mate curled beside her that her mind cleared.

"I am really in the Werewolf Clan's Underworld Palace." The wonder in her eyes and voice was un-maskable. When she had arrived, Versailles had been in a very fragile state, needing to be rushed for treatment to survive.

As such, she missed their grand entrance into the widely known Underworld.

"Tweet! Tweet! Tweet!"

Right at this moment, the screeching voice of a bird interrupted her thoughts, drawing her attention. Getting off the wide bed, Versailles followed the bird's screech to her dressing table and found a Flame Bird hovering lightly in the air.

"Flame Message!"

Her eyes sparkled as she hurried to her dressing table and sat before the wide mirror. Her flame-curls were in disarray, looking like a bird's nest as they stuck out everywhere. But Versailles was unconcerned with her appearance and directly grabbed the flame massage.

Pouring a measure of her power into the flapping bird, the flame bird exploded into a shower of fire-sparks and a message written in flames came into existence before her.

"Master, we have taken care of the White-Eyed Seers and Winged-Humans. We will be on track with the others." Versailles's lips stretched into a wide grin as she reread Chief Mein's massage and a satisfied smile replaced the earlier nonchalance.

"This chief Mein is truly worth saving. Because of him, I won't have to make trips to the other Ancient races."

Waving her hand, she performed a quick magic spell in reply, the flame bird flying out of the window just as Ramose woke.

Ramose woke feeling empty. He blindly swept his hands over his mate's bedding but came up empty. Panic filled his heart and he abruptly sat up. With wide eyes, he scanned the room before his body relaxed and his breathing returned to normal.

With a swift turn, he got off the bed and embraced her from behind. Rubbing the side of his face on her soft cheek, he asked in displeasure.

"Why did you wake up so early?"

His voice was calm and collected, not betraying a trace of the emotions he felt when he woke and failed to find her beside him.

"I have been sleeping this entire time. It would be more strange if I didn't wake up earlier." Her cheeks flamed when she recollected how she fell asleep the night before. 

"That's true. You must be feeling bored staying in the same room all day. How about I take you for a stroll today? While we are at it, I can also show you your palace."

"My palace? Do I have a separate palace?"

"Of course! As the Werewolf King's mate, having your own palace is a must. While you were still at the Floating Flames Island, I got it decorated for you. After we eat, I will show it to you, okay?"

"Okay. But does this mean we'll be sleeping in separate rooms?"

"Don't even think about it! Whether it's in my palace or your palace, we will stay together and sleep together. Understand?"

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