Chapter 43: Unease

Her incandescent form, bright and glorious, beamed in the dark void, the only source of light fighting back against the encroaching darkness.

"You can go burn in the deepest part of the Nar!"

She threw back her head, her voice crackling with thunder-fire.

With a roar of fury, she burst into a violent storm of fire and light, spreading like a prairie fire as it howled and burst forth, consuming everything in its path.

She was magic, she was fire, she was dangerous and deadly.

Violent tremors shook the cloak of darkness, with a loud crack, the void shattered, revealing a dull red sky.

A blazing form of flame appeared in the center of the dull red sky. The blaze brightened the dull landscape before dimming and winking out.

In its absence, Versailles' floating form emerged.

The power left her body and she plummeted from her airborne height towards the scorched black ground below. Just as she was about to crash into the stone-hard floor, her figure hovered above the ground, slowly landing on her back.

Versailles laid weakly on the stone floor, her long fire-kissed hair blew away from her face on an unnatural wind as her violet-gold eyes glowed like twin jewels. Even now, she radiated with a visible brightness that lightened her bleak surroundings.

"Ramose..." She weakly whispered, a tear falling from the corner of her violet-gold eyes. Her head slumped to the side and she passed out.

A hundred miles in the distance, a rift appeared in the sky. From inside the crack, a figure cloaked in swirling darkness dropped, falling roughly on the flaming cracks.

The figure painfully wailed in pain, madly rolling on the flaming rocks. The smell of burning flesh filled the air, bringing with it a putrid stench. After a few more rolls and groans, the figure stilled. The dark smoke covering its body receded with a speed visible to the naked eye.

Soon, all the twisting and swirling dark smoke disappeared, revealing a body covered in grotesque burns that oozed pus and blood. The wounds covered half of the figure's body and face, distorting its appearance. But even with all the burns, it was not difficult to identify the figure.

The burnt and scared figure was none other than Luke, the supreme elder of the Bloodsucking clan.

At this moment in the Snake clan, the serpentines were in an uproar. The snake queen that was leading the serpentines back to the snake abode suddenly disappeared. Not only that, none of the Snake clan elders could contact her.

After using many different methods of incantations to trace and locate the snake queen, the elders found her corpse laying in a rubble near the Eternal Mountains, cut in half. The green serpentine and snake queen of the Snake clan passed away without warning.

The elders were not able to revive her no matter what spell or method they used.

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Suddenly losing their queen and leader, the Snake clan was dealt a devastating blow.

"We cannot allow the other five clans to find out about the demise of our queen, otherwise it will be the beginning of the end for the Snake clan." A brown serpentine elder swept her gaze over the gathered serpentines as she stated.

"That is obvious. The moment the other five clans find out the Snake clan is leaderless, they would be the first to us out." Another elder with a gray tail anxiously said, sweat rolling down his forehead.

"All that is fine. But what are we going to do about the vacant queen position? The clan cannot stay leaderless for long or chaos will descend. At that time, the other clans will not even need to do anything." At this moment, a calm voice resounded in the wide serpent cave.

All the serpentines turned towards the direction of the voice, their sight falling on the white-haired serpentine elder.

"Yes, but before we can elect a new queen, the rest of the serpentines will have to be informed of the old queen's passing. How can we do that without raising alarm?" The brown elder worriedly asked.

"We will have to think of something and soon. I am not liking the direction of the flames in the realm this past 2 decades. Too many incidents have been taking place." The white serpentine's brows furrowed with unconcealed worry.

Hearing her words, the elders gathered in the hall instantly fell silent, their own expressions one of unease and anxiety.

The past 2 decades have truly been devastating and tiring for the Snake clan.

Not only did a whole generation's serpentines get wiped out, two queens also mysteriously fell one after the other.

Adding to that was the situation of the Nar realm. Every race was on pinpricks, sensing a brewing storm. But no one knew from which direction the storm would blow. As such, following the old rule of the realm, survival of the fittest, each race scrambled, fighting over resources to ensure its own safety.

In order to make sure that their own clan did not fell in the midst of the oncoming storm, they had to be decisive. There was no time for sentimentality in unstable times. Any race could rise or fall as easily as drinking and eating.

They needed to be decisive and choose a capable leader that could safely get through the future turmoil.

"We can talk about the new snake queen's ascension after burying the old. We also need to investigate the death of our queen." Exhaustion filled the white elder's eyes as she talked of the queen's burial.

It has not even been that long since the old queen's burial and now a new one was going to join her.

"I believe we all need a little bit of rest today. Let us save this conversation for later." Looking at the similarly tired faces of the serpentine elders, she secretly sighed.

The Snake clan was really on the edge of a cliff.. If things were not handled well, it could spell the end of their clan.

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