Chapter 21: Sacred Races

With the screeching of the gates, the remaining three clans made their appearance.

"Look over there, the other three clans are here!" An Iirifey exclaimed in excitement as her eyes roamed over the the male leads.

The Bloodsucking clan was led by dark-clothed Luke who was already waiting for the vampires in the Eternal Mountains. Having spent a month in the Eternal Mountains Eternal Waves, Luke's aura had drastically changed.

From fierce and ferocious, it was now subtle and calm but with a dangerous edge. It clearly portrayed his current state of mind.

"Hisssss!"

"Is that the Snake clan? It's only filled with females!"

"Of course! The Snake clan is only filled with females, because it's members are all serpentines."

The lesser beasts got even more excited as they looked dreamily at the fair skinned serpents.

If the Bloodsucking clan appeared tall and pale, the Snake clan was healthy and youthful.

Queen Nakee, in green dress, led the uniform serpentines towards the gates. Versailles walked alongside the queen in her gray floor-length heavy skirt and blouse.

The last to arrive was the Werewolf clan.

Static energy buzzed through the air, filling the atmosphere with an invisible, powerful force.

A force of overwhelming pressure bared on the chests of the weaker creatures, forcefully pushing them back.

Without warning, many instantly vomited blood, their ears ringing and nose bleeding as they stared in disbelief.

"It's the Werewolf clan."

"Yes. Their aura is so strong. Have they always been this strong?"

"No, I think they grew stronger!"

"How is that possible?"

"I know. Look at their group. It is the smallest of all the six supreme clans, and yet, they intimidate me more than the other five do."

"The Nar! This is way too scary! I would rather offend the other five clans than the Werewolf clan. Although they appear to be weak, their individual might is three times greater than the other clans individual beasts."

"I know, right?"

As the group walked past, the races could not help but gasp in astonishment.

They were already overwhelmed by the line-up of the other five clans, and yet, the Werewolf clans' had to appear in such a domineering manner. Their oppressive aura and presence only made them feel more hopeless.

No wonder the six clans were the Six Supreme Clans. They were worthy of their statuses.

No matter how far they got in the competition, they would never be able to stand on the same wavelength as them.

Sighing, the lesser races consoled themselves with the knowledge that they were never the equal of the supreme clans.

Getting a little suppressed was no big deal.

The other individuals of the Six Supreme Clans felt the changes in the werewolves as well.

While they dazedly stared at them with shock-filled eyes, they could not help but wonder how within the span of a month, their aura had changed so drastically.

Of the Six Supreme Clans, the werewolf clan was the fewest in number, and yet, their aura alone was stronger than combined aura of the clans present.

"Sigh, I heard that because of their formidable bloodline, the werewolves are unable to beget daughters with their mates. They also cannot reproduce with mates of their clan's bloodline. To keep their clan from going extinct, they seek mates from the other clans, groups, and tribes."

"That is only fair. Otherwise, the Nar realm will no longer be the Nar realm, but the Werewolf realm."

More whispers rang out as the beasts stealthily discussed the advantages and blessings of the Werewolf clan.

Although getting daughters was not possible, the wolves were still able to get sons from mates outside their clan. At times, they even took in other beasts as servants and bed warmers in an attempt to get more off-springs.

This gave many female creatures of lesser races' the chance to completely shed their old identities and be born anew through their relationship and mate-bond with the wolves.

Not only was the Werewolf clan one of the Six Supreme Clans, guaranteeing them instant elevation in status, the wolves also protected and treated their mates like their most precious treasures.

Beasts in the Nar realm fought for their survival.

However, the mates of the werewolves did not need to fight to survive. Once they mated, the wolves immediately sent them to the Underworld Palace, where only the werewolves and their mates could freely enter.

"I wish I could become a female servant or slave of the Werewolf clan. If I can get such protection and importance, why would I even need to take part in the Battle of Wars?" A curvy Siren whispered wistfully.

"Hmph! Do you think you are the only beast nurturing such a dream? There are even more desperate creatures than you." Shooting her a disdainful sneer, a succubus next to her pointed towards a group of Little Feys.

"They are willing to mate with the wolves just to escape such a life of despair and depravity."

The Little feys, gold-skinned with dark eyes, were in chains, treated as trophies for the victors of each Battle of War.

There skins were marred with burn scars and whips marks. They were emaciated, their wooden, lifeless eyes staring bleakly into the distance.

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Without doubt, they were completely shattered and broken, holding no hope in a brighter future.

"They need a life in the Underworld Palace more than you do." The succubus helplessly remarked.

Unfortunately, it was not a simple matter to become the werewolves mates.

Because the wolves didn't choose their own mates, but their souls sought their soul-mates for them. Their souls reached out to their mates that were their equal in might and character.

The search then bonded the two souls together in such a way that there were no boundaries and barriers between the two mates.

There were no boundaries or barriers.

No he or she.

There was only them.

Versailles, who had encountered the black Wolf King on her way to the snake abode, looked at the latter in surprise. The aura radiating off his body was no longer the same wild and fierce.

This time, the vibe the wolf gave off was one of immeasurable depth and might.

'Sigh. The flames in the Nar realm were never weak to begin with. Now, with the passage of time ant the appearance of new characters, it only seems to be growing fiercer. This is why I can never let my guard down. Otherwise, I won't even know what hits me.'

Versailles eyes turned sharp and her expression turned grim.

She felt the flames of the Nar realm growing even more turbid.

With the six clans appearance, the races anxiously waited for them to lead the way.

From their perspective, whether a clan grew stronger or weaker had nothing to do with them. It would not have too much of an impact on their measly lives.

After all, it wasn't like they could challenge and defeat the six clans.

They were already at the bottom of the rung and a clan's growth or decline would not rise or downgrade their status.

If they were among the six supreme clans, they might have cared, but since they were not, then they did not need to bother themselves with their power struggle.

As such, minding their own situations and survival was first.

Their priority was how high or low they would fall among the ranking of the other groups and tribes in this decade's Battle of Wars.

"I hope our race does not suffer too great of a loss in this Battle of Wars."

"I just hope enough of our members remain to keep us strong enough to survive this decade."

"Your ambition is too small. If you only focus on surviving, when is it going to be your turn to lead?"

"Yes, let us focus on bigger goals. We need to be higher to grow stronger and stronger to get higher."

"Aye, that is too great of a goal for me. You can keep me out. I just want to be able to survive this decade and look forward to the next."

Discussions of all kinds rose up, but many were pessimistic about the outcome of their own battles, anxiously worried for their future.

Because it was through the results of these battles that their future livelihood depended on. It was here that their fate of being servants, slaves, or prey would be determined.

With chaotic minds and heavy hearts, the races followed behind the six clans as they walked through the black gates and entered the blood red arenas.

This was the Stadium of Battle Arenas, the reason the Battle of Might was held at the Eternal Mountains.

There were invisible shields surrounding the areas that allowed the spectators to view the battles in greater magnification and sound quality.

The shield also repelled outside interference in the ongoing battles. They stopped any backlash from among fighters from spreading outward and harming the audience.

Additionally, a sacred race was behind the formation of the Battle Arenas.

The sacred races were creatures with strong and powerful bloodlines that lived in the harshest regions of the Nar realm.

They did not need to feed as they fed on the energy in their environment itself. They did not need to shelter or seek homes as anywhere within the realm was a livable environment for them.

And they did not need to fight with the other races to display their might and status because they were above all races.

These individuals were beyond the reach of ordinary creatures like the groups and tribes. They were even above the status of creatures from the six supreme clans.

The clans might be the top on the food chain of the Nar realm, but all of them combined were nothing before a single member of the sacred race.

The sacred races were the divine beings of the Nar realm, born from the very heart of the realm itself. Their connection with the realm far surpassed that of any creature.

These sacred races were respectively the Draconian race, the Phoenixia race, the Tigerian race, the Turtlibian race, the Lightixia race, and the Netherwinian race.

And they all possessed the spiritual ability to control the landscape and terrain of every lifeform in the Nar realm.

A sacred race once resided in the Eternal Mountains, creating the battle arenas as a form of training and nurturing the strongest bloodline.

This sacred race was also the one who set the Battle of Wars.

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