Chapter 40: The Black Tentacles

"I agree. And since we are done here, we will be taking our leave." Versailles violet pupils remained fixed on the Devil King for a while. Scoffing scornfully, she indifferently accepted the compromise.

Luke's gaze turned cold and vicious the instant he heard the girl's soft voice accepting the unreasonable changes without even attempting to bargain. He looked deeply at the flame-haired girl whose character he had thought he had figured out.

But she kept subverting his impression at every passing moment.

Now, he could not even guess, thinking what she had accepted such outrageous and ridiculous demands. After all, it was impossible for any creature under the Nar realm to continuously battle wave after wave of creatures without even taking a rest in between.

This was not a battle to the death, but more like multiple attempts at committing suicide.

Or maybe, he was underestimating her?

'That must be it! After all, earlier, she was able to single-handedly engaged those various races.'

Unfortunately, Luke was not able to understand the reason why Versailles had joined the Battle of Wars. In the first place, it was not just to fight representing the Snake clan and leaving with the wolf king as he assumed, but growing stronger.

Versailles wanted to use the Battle of Wars as a grinding stone to quickly harness her powers and gain complete control over her transformation between human and snake. She wanted to be able to use her snake body as flexibly as her human body as soon as possible.

This was possible only through inhuman methods. In order to grow stronger at the fastest speed possible, she had to be ruthless to herself. Pushing her body beyond its limits was the only way for her to surpass her limits.

And this was only possible if she was on the brink of life and death, having nothing to depend on other than herself.

As such, the devil king's changes, which seemed ridiculous and overboard to Ramose and Luke were exactly what Versailles needed and wanted at this time.

She wanted to be ready to face the hidden undercurrents.

'Hmph! We will see who will be the last one standing!'

Ignoring the gazes gathered on her, she bent down and whispered into the black wolf's ear, who instantly raised his head. Violet and black eyes connected and Versailles smiled. Straightening, her smile fell, her cold eyes shooting into the dull distant sky.

Ramose knelt. Versailles sat sideways on his back, wrapped her slender arms around his thick neck, and slightly nodded to Queen Nakee.

"Snake queen, I will not be returning to the snake abode. Travel safely and we shall meet 7 ice nights from today." Finished, she rubbed her nose on his soft wolf head, signaling him to go.

Standing, Ramose started into a slow walk, then jog, before sprinting out of the black walls of the huge stadium into the open, lava scorched and blackened field of the Eternal Mountains.

The crowd watched the shadow of the two entwined figures disappear into the distance, soon turning into a tiny dot in the vast horizon.

The five clan leaders briefly exchanged glances and gathered their kin before disappearing on the spot. The lesser races looked at one another in confusion and perplexity. It seemed the ranking of the races that had gone unchanged for centuries was doomed to be manipulated this decade.

The great showdown of the Battle of Might ended with a compromise that shook the core beliefs and only tradition of the various races. The serpentine of the Snake clan was set to battle the other races on her own in the future battles of the Battle of Wars.

Sighing, they too flashed and blurred, disappearing one after the other, emptying the huge stadium in no time.

Versailles closed her eyes in contentment and laid comfortably on the back of Ramose as he sprinted through the expansive landscape. Looking at the passing terrain, pieces of scattered memories flashed in slow motion in her mind.

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Her last memory in the Nar realm as a serpentine was incomplete, only blurred segments of blood and gore filling the spot of her final moment.

In this realm, no creature helped another without expecting something in return. But she had helped an injured wolf without any expectations. It was not that she was kind-hearted or felt pity for the young cub, rushing to his rescue without any regard for her own safety.

No. It was neither of those. Feelings of pity and sympathy were already doused out in her heart. She charged into the scene because she felt something like a force controlling her body, pushing her directly to the cub to protect him.

Up to this day, she was still in the dark about the force that compelled her to sacrifice her life for a beast not even of the Snake clan. For a complete stranger.

The fact that that part of her memory was shrouded in a fog didn't help matters.

"What are you thinking so deeply about?" Her wandering mind was pulled back into the present by the voice ringing in her head.

Blinking, Versailles tried to lift her head as her unstable body shook. Her eyelids felt heavy, her head and limbs sluggish. She tried to make out her surroundings, but everything was covered in patches of darkness and shadows.

"Earlier, in the stadium, you did that on purpose, didn't you? Distracting me with your touch?" Now the voice sounded far away, as if coming from a different place, different dimension.

Tendrils of slithering black tentacles stretched from the darkness, reaching out to her, encircling and attempting to wrap around her body.

"It's okay. Just let me in." Another darker, sinister voice appeared in her mind and coerced in a sickly sweet manner, raising alarm bells in her head.

Just as she was about to panic, the 'glowing soul' inside her body let out a bright radiance, instantly clearing her mind and torching her soul. The glow spread throughout her body and spilled outwards, vanquishing the approaching tentacles.

'Beware of the shadow.'

An ancient, bell-like voice exuding serenity and tranquility resounded in her mind before her vision went black.

Luke absentmindedly led the Bloodsucking clan back to the Vampire City. His mind kept replaying the image of the flame-haired girl as she touched, smiled, and rode on the werewolf king.

The more the scenes replayed the more complex his emotions became. Soon a dark and sinister voice resounded in his head, filling his mind and heart with venom and poison as it took root and brewed.

The voice repeatedly mocked him for his weakness and scorned him for his failure sending tendrils of icy cold fingers wrapping around his cold heart, seeping into the core of his frozen soul.

'No! I am not weak! I am not a failure! I was just unprepared.' Luke struggled furiously against the binds of the icy fingers, an ominous feeling settling over his heart.

Even knowing the inevitable ending, he still struggled against the invisible force invading his conscious, corroding his mind and heart.

'No. Not again. Not Again!' He fiercely shouted in his head, attempting to shout the voice out.

However, it was as if the voice was a part of his being, deeply branded and rooted in his mind. No matter how viciously and ferociously he struggled, he still could not prevent the darkness that ate away at his conscious, slowly eroding his mind and heart away until everything turned black.

'Soon, very soon, it will start.'

Was the last thing he heard the voice say before he blacked out.

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