Chapter 22: Battle Of Might

The stadium of the Blood Arenas, as the name implied, were crimson in color. The only bright color in the dull red landscape of the entire Nar realm came about from the various races of the realm whose blood was split and shed on its surface since the beginning of time.

These arenas were also once the old abode of a sacred race. It had hints of their spiritual power in the region, which is why the battles were conducted here.

As the six connected bloody arenas came into view. The six clans split apart, respectively occupying a ring each, and climbed the laborious red steps to the centermost of the platform. There were exquisite ancient stone seats erected for the viewing audience.

The creatures that came to spectate soon filed behind and filled all the stone seats surrounding the six rings.

"Yes, it is finally beginning! I hope my race comes out retains their ranking."

"I don't want to remain a slave! Come on, Wind Birds! Don't hold back and show our might!"

"We just need to move up one rank to rise our status! Let's go Dinymphs!"

All the creatures cheered for their race, hoping they would make a leap with one single feat.

Boom!

Boom!

Boom!

Three loud booms reverberated in the arenas as the witches acting as referees cast the spell to gather the participants for the battle on the stages.

As one of the highest races in demand because of their ability to cast spells, the witches received better treatment in the Nar realm than all the other lower races.

"All participating candidates, please gather on the six stages. The participants cannot be above the 2 decades age limit. The battle of might should commence in fifteen breaths of time." Through their combined sound amplification spell, the witches' voices resounded right beside the ears of all the races in the stadium.

Immediately, many figures flashed as they appeared one after another on the battle arenas, instantly crowding the stages.

From a high point, one could see the various beasts gathering around rings with competitors that possessed features similar to their own.

On the Bloodsucking stage, aside from the vampires, the dwarfs, giants, satyrs, and ogres were also gathered. Among the group of vampires, there were three out of the five individuals that were part of the Supreme Elder's pack in the lead.

Even though they were only three, as the sons and grandsons of the elders of the Bloodsucking clan, their presence signified the participation of the mainline.

The Demon Faction occupied the second stage which had the least amount of races gathered. Because of their grotesque appearance and brutal nature, no creature wanted to face against the demon clan. Aside from the minotaurs, the succubus and the imppish were the only races there.

The third stage was occupied by the Flaying Eagle clan, who faced against the uniman, minpixies, and peguman, making the showdown between the flying creatures the most anticipated battle of the whole Battle of Might.

The Devil clan faced against the iirifeys, dinymphs, and the dark sirens, making the arena one where mysterious dark magic and dark spells reigned supreme.

The Fifth stage was under the control of the Werewolf clan who intimidated their opponents just by aura alone. There were only a few shapeshifting minimen, elvens, and selkies on the arena.

"The Werewolf clan stage is practically the easiest one. There are barely any creatures gathered there." A young Hobbit remarked in surprise.

"Haha...the easiest, you say? Why don't you look at the ring leaders of the arena. They are the Werewolf clan. Werewolves, understand? Why would any beast with a brain go there if they had a choice?" The disdainful reply came from a Satyr siting beside the hobbit.

"Huh? What do you mean?"

"What do I mean? You still don't understand? The weakest looking opponents are usually the most frightening. This description perfectly fits the werewolves. If you still don't understand, then just watch. You will see it for yourself soon enough." Not saying anything more, the Satyr turned and ignored the confused Hobbit.

"They are that scary?" 

And on the last stage, the Snake clan faced against the merfolk and gorgons. This seemed like a battle between snakes and tails, by far the most dangerous in terms of venom and poison.

Versailles, who had only recently regained her serpentine form, was physically under the 2 decade age limit.

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As she stood among the serpentine forms of the serpents on the snake clan stage, her glowing figure seemed to unintentionally radiate waves of youthful energy. The little fledglings she previously trained nervously stuck to her side, like little chicks sticking to their mother hen.

King Ramose's was feeling bored when his roaming gaze caught the flame hair serpentine among the snake clan's stage.

His eyes instantly darkened, his calm aura turning chaotic in an instant.

The last time he saw her, he wasn't able to get a good look at her. Her image had overlapped with the one from his nightmares, confusing his senses.

But now that he saw her again, he could not help furrowing his brows in confusion.

She looked the same as she did more than 18 years ago, and he was certain that her unchanged appearance had nothing to do with the 'eternal look' ability of the Snake clan.

Her face did not just look young, but both in vitality and vigor, her whole being exuded an aura of youthfulness only found in fledglings.

What was going on?

"The first rule of the Battle of might is that there are no rules. The objective of the arenas battle is to come out victorious, whether one does it by defeating their opponents, handicapping them, or killing them is of no importance."

The witches booming voice pulled him back to his senses.

No matter what the situation was, now was neither the time nor place to investigate.

Shifting his gaze away, he focused his attention on the Werewolf clan, feeling pleased at their vigorous appearance.

"The important point is that the victorious will proceed to the next round of battles while the defeated will no longer have the chance to change their and their clan's fate and status among the ranking of supreme creatures. Is that clear?" The three witches scanned the arenas as they asked in unison, their voices the only ones resonating in the ginormous stadium.

"Yes!" The races shouted back with impatience as they looked at the witches, waiting for them to signal the start of the battles.

They already knew the number one and only rule, having engraved it into the deepest part of their mind and heart.

So, seeing the witches waste time reiterating information they already knew, instead of starting the battle, made them feel impatient. They didn't need to be informed of the rule again.

However, the witches were only doing their duty, making sure all participants were forewarned and informed of the brutalities that would ensue.

Because once the battles began, no race had the ability to interfere or stop the ongoing melee until a victor from each stage emerged.

Not even the Six Supreme Clans had such an ability.

Of the many races on the stage, more than half of them would be wiped out, while the other half would be handicapped for decades.

Only the victorious clan would reign supreme, and all the defeated groups and tribes would turn into the slaves of that clan.

"Alright, now that everyone is clear of the rules, may the three supreme clans put down the shields now, please?" They looked towards the werewolf king, vampire supreme elder, and snake queen as they asked.

On getting the 'go signal' to put down the shields, the three leaders, Luke, the supreme elder of the Bloodsucking clan, King Ramose of the Werewolf clan, and Queen Nakee of the Snake clan stood up on their viewing platforms and raised their hands towards the sky.

Power, hot, cold, and warm poured out of their palms and shot into the dull red sky, filling the blood arena stadium with a brilliant glow of light that felt out of place with the dark and foul environment.

Cracks sounded out as thunder boomed and lighting flashed.

Very soon, from the center of the dull red sky of the blood arenas, a shield of lighting in the form of a dome descended slowly and slammed forcefully into the crimson ground. It crackled as it spat out sparks of lighting for a few breaths of time, winking out with a resounding boom.

After another breath the shield turned invisible, displaying the participants on the battle arenas in great magnification and clarity.

The moment the shields were in place, the other three leaders of the six clans stood up on their platforms as well.

"Races of the Nar realm, from this moment on, you are all fighting for the survival of your clans. The mighty will rise and the weak will fall.. Now let the Battle of Might begin!" The six leaders of the supreme clans hollered the ancient chant together, their powerful voices rumbling off the black ancient walls of the Battle Arenas.

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