Chapter 37: Aggression

Without looking at Ramose, Versailles knew that he understood her meaning. She kept her gaze trained on the crowd, lifting her head higher, her enchanting voice resounded through the wide stadium as she continued where she left off.

"The supreme elder said that my mating with the werewolf might prove to be a bane for the Nar realm races. However, whether that will happen or not is a matter that will be found out later. Right now, the supreme elder is forcing me to choose between the Snake clan and the Werewolf clan.

But like I said, this is not a realm, where every races' wishes and desires will be taken into consideration and fulfilled, where every race gets a say in the way things will be run in the realm. No, this is not a realm with laws and rules. This is anarchy. And here, there are no rules and everything goes.

The greatest law is survival of the fittest, while the next law is that there are no laws. As such, we will do things the archaic way. Fighting to the death, winner taking all. No one can stop me from going with the werewolf king today. However, I will give everyone a chance.

A chance to prevent the possible future the supreme elder is afraid of from happening. A chance to stop that possible future from happening. A chance for all of you to unite and to kill me together.

Of course, such a deviation in the Battle of Wars will wipe out the ranking system. But as the supreme elder was kind enough to also point out earlier, my mating with the werewolf could also result in an aftermath that will similarly wipe out the rankings, so there should be no feeling troubled about the match. After all, both ways will make all the races slaves and servants of the Werewolf clan.

Either way, the rankings are going. The only difference will be that you can choose to stop me from leaving with the werewolf king today and face the wrath of the Snake and Werewolf clan in retaliation. Or you can let me leave with the werewolf king today and peacefully face me in the Battle of wars 7 ice nights later.

This will be a chance for you to kill me openly without any fear of consequences. This will be a chance to save your races. You can all unite to easily kill me in the Battle of Wars without having to worry about any retaliation from the Snake clan and the Werewolf clan. This is my promise and my promise will be the rule which both clans will respect.

Of course, if you do fail to kill me even after uniting together then it would only mean that you are weak. And as weaklings, what right would you have to be on equal standing with me? Even if your entire races were to go extinct, you would rightly deserve it. Being my slaves would be your greatest salvation and honor then, do you not think so?" Versailles' sweet smile turned evil as her violet eyes flashed with gold

"So, what is your choice?"

Without warning, she instantly transformed into her serpentine form, her snake body expanding further than it ever had as she stretched to her full height, her looming form, over three-fourth of the ginormous stadium's size, shrouding over the creatures that were now about the size of ants.

Immediately, there was an uproar among the races as many unsheathed her claws and fangs, getting into battle stances, while others panickily screamed at the sudden turn of events.

The werewolves bared their fangs and claws without any prompts, their muscular wolf forms bristling with unbridled power and might that overwhelmed the less suspecting creatures as they growled at the lesser races.

The serpentines that came to accompany the snake participants in the Battle of Might also took on their snake forms, lights of reds, greens, blues, and grays flashing in the area as their sinuous tails swept around them.

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Luke watched the serpentine transform, rendered speechless at her sudden actions. Of all the things that he had expected her to do, right out aggression was not one of them.

When he had first met her in her first life, she was just an ordinary human girl that had never glanced into the brutal world of immortal creatures. The first time he met her in this life, she vanished on the spot without attempting to fight.

The second meeting was a little dangerous since it was a matter of life and death. Even then, she had still been more focused on fleeing the scene instead of getting into a head-on clash.

And a little while ago, she was still controlling her towering rage even after everything he said, opting to use reason and persuasion to get her point across.

However now, without any head start or warning, she immediately transformed into battle mode, leaving him shocked and speechless as he continued staring at her in confusion and disbelief.

Did he even know her? From the few interactions they had together, he thought he knew what her character was like. Yes, she did not lose sight of her goal, but she also did not let go of the werewolf. She seemed peaceful, calming even the angry wolf when he was on the verge of exploding, but now, she herself was the one in raging mode.

Did shifting souls from a human body to an immortal creature make that immense of a difference, or was her mate-bond with the werewolf influencing her emotions?

He had never seen a serpentine expend that large. Was it because of her rage?

Luke could not figure out, only the feeling of something precious slipping through his fingers occupied his mind as he looked at her ginormous form.

What Luke did not know was that this was Versailles' third life and in her second life, she was a serpentine that had no memories of her first life as an ordinary human. This made her transition to the savage and brutal life in the Nar realm easier, allowing her to wield her serpentine powers without any reservation.

With time, her soft heart also hardened with the cruel reality of life and struggle for survival in both the Sybil and Nar realm.

And her first life? Even though she was human, she still lived miserably as an ordinary human, struggling every day to preserve her life.

Earlier, to get to the bottom of the vampire's intentions, she had purposely dragged the talk, putting on enraged and angered expressions to lead the other into her trap, making him believe she was reluctant to start a fight.

With the experiences of three lifetimes struggle for survival, she was a master of her emotions.. Not only that, but three lives worth of experiences' had also taught her when facing beasts, she needed to be beastly, as that, was the beasts' only language.

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