Chapter 27: Mate

With the conclusion of the Battle of might, many races such as the six supreme clans, the merfolk tribe, elven group, and iirifeys among others proceeded onto the next round.

But they did not proceed because they were more powerful and mightier than the fallen races, but because they were stronger than them in making use of their environment, opponent's weakness, and concealing their own weakness to safeguard themselves.

Looking out for themselves.

Under the thunderous cheers and roars of the audience, the remaining races made their way out of the battle arenas.

"Now that the Battle of Might has concluded, the Battle of Wit will take place 7 ice nights from now at the Erupting Volcanos." The witches, who were announcing in amplified voices, looked towards the races that dejectedly walked down the arena.

"The races that lost the second match of the Battle of Might will be declared servants of the leaders of the arena stages they lost under. They will also be labeled as tribes and their leaders will be addressed as Sire. They have to obey and carry out every order of their masters without hesitation or questions."

"If one individual of a race resists that order, their entire clan shall be wiped out without exception or exemption. Their servants' status will remain until the next decades Battle of Might. That is set, and that shall be!"

"That is set, and that shall be!" The rest of the races chorused along, some in sorrow, some in dejection, some in jubilation, while others in resignation and tears.

Versailles looked at the only surviving fledgling out of the swarm, her eyes brightening with unshed tears that she rapidly forced back.

'Were they so weak that they could not even fight back against a pack of similar fledgling gorgons? Perhaps, they were not made for such a realm.' Versailles could not help sighing as she scanned the many races that were now either wiped out or thoroughly defeated.

This was the way of the Nar realm.

"At least they still have those above quarter of a century in their race to replenish the numbers. However, it will be even more difficult for them to rise back up in the future."

She was so preoccupied with the demise of the little snakes and the future prospects of the other races that she failed to notice her flame hair floating above her head without any wind lifting it.

She failed to notice the wolf king that was approaching her in a daze, his dark eyes clouded and black fur bristling with unbridled power.

She also failed to notice the now-silent crowd that stared at her with strange expressions on their faces.

By the time she returned to her senses and turned back around to make her way to her Queen, she was under the oppressive aura of a magnificent black wolf.

Startled, she panickily jumped back, bumping into the fledgling frozen in fright behind her. This resulted in her losing her balance.

And just as she was about to hit the floor and was planning on transforming into her snake form to save herself from such a horrid public humiliation, two strong, warm muscular arms gently grabbed her waist, bringing her directly into a rock hard chest.

Ramose pulled the slender figure into his arms, placed his head on her flame hair, and inhaled deeply.

Instantly, an electric current shot through his entire body, numbing his limbs. He felt a primitive source in his being stirring restlessly as it violently thrashed and struggled against the invisible bindings restricting its freedom.

He felt the electrifying power wrecking havoc and finally snapping its bindings, reigning free. Roaring joyously, it impatiently dashed out of its cage and covered every inch of his body, instinctively seeking out another source to complete its transformation.

Yes, as primitive and powerful as it was, it needed another source to complete its transformation. To become whole. To become complete.

He felt the tendrils of the currents stretch out beseechingly to another source. It intertwined and entangled with it in a fierce struggle for dominance, before fusing and transforming into a black wolf with purple pupils and flame-colored tail.

He felt the perfectness and completeness of the combination, as waves of pure light and radiance covered the form and spread to the depths of his heart.

The light busked his mind, heart, and soul in an unimaginable radiance of harmony, pleasure, and peace, making him feel satisfied and complete.

"Without you, I am but a shell, it is you who breathes life into my soul, my better half." Ramose instinctively growled dazedly in his mind to his mate, saying the ancient soul-bonding claim imprinted in his soul.

Versailles' body trembled. She felt the fusion of the two forms. The foreign yet familiar presence invaded her body, passed through the magic barriers she created in her mind without obstruction and reached out to her 'glowing soul'.

However, unexpectedly it was not the pure white glow of the 'glowing soul' she expected that greeted the overwhelming presence, but a pure flame spirit instead.

'That's me!'

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She realized this the minute she felt the flame spirit's energy and saw its appearance. It was her, but in a mini-version.

This was her real soul.

Her true essence.

Not the 'glowing soul' in her core.

'Then, if that 'glowing soul' is not mine, who's is it? And why is it in my body?'

But before she could process the full implications of the other 'soul' in her body, a pure radiance of unimaginable warmth and pleasure filled her being, clouding her consciousness.

She purred in pleasure and closed her eyes.

Without any conscious thought, she snuggled deeper into the wide arms crushing her tiny body.

Within the warm, fierce embrace, a flow of harmonious energy carrying completeness and satisfaction surged into her being, overwhelming her mind, heart, and soul.

Her knees grew weak, and she slumped forward. Her powerless form leaned completely into the arms tightly encircling her slender waist.

She knew that the man holding her was a stranger. In fact, he was a complete stranger that she didn't even know. They had only met once, that too, when they were on the brink of a battle.

And yet, she could not explain the complete trust she felt from the bottom of her soul, as she unguardedly and fearlessly snuggled into his wonderful arms that felt like home.

The home she always longed for, but never found.

She could not explain the safety and relief washing over her in waves. The peace and comfort.

The warm sensation of finally being home.

All she knew was that she was finally where she was meant to be, safe and secure.

For as long as she could remember, Versailles had never once experienced such complete security.

Not even once in all her three lives.

Her every waking moment was welcomed with fear and hunger, while her sleeping moments were covered in nightmares and trepidation.

She was abandoned by her birth parents in two lives, while in one life, they died before she could even bond with them.

And now, for the first time in all her three lives, she felt safe and at home.

Her dream of home seemed real and true, no longer just an illusionary desire or wish.

She found hope where she least expected it. Tears flowed from her eyes at the thought. 

Completely relaxing, she rested comfortably in the warmth she always longed for but never received.

Ramose's soul screamed in joy when he perceived the complete trust and reliance the figure in his arms placed in him.

As his own knees grew weak from the sudden and unexpected flood of emotions and feelings, he tightly secured his hold on her waist.

Like a precious treasure that he was afraid of losing, he tenderly kissed the flame hair of his dreams, his heart soaring with the complete rightness and perfectness of the act itself.

"Without you, I am but a shell, it is you who breathes life into my soul, my better half," Ramose repeated the ancient claim again, only this time with more conviction and love as he claimed her as his better half, his soul mate.

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