Chapter 47: Indescribable Torment

As the claws returned with greater force, a painful groan that could only be described as inhumane escaped her lips. Cold, bitter black tentacles stretched into her fiery soul, tearing and consuming every corner, before dragging her towards an irresistible well of darkness.

In the endless dark void, directionless and aimless, she floated with her arms wrapped around her knees in fetal position.

Then, a sinister chuckle echoed from the dark, the gloating sound slithering over her skin like a slippery snake.

She raised her head in blind fear, seeking the source of the sickly laughter as her frantic gaze met with only darkness.

She unsuccessfully tried to block out the jarring sound, covering her ears with her palms, but the laughter relentlessly pursued her, mocking, triumphant.

"Kekekeke…...We meet again." Her heart seized with terror as the sinister voice echoed in her head.

"You damned darkness, who and what the Nar are you? Show yourself, you coward!" She angrily demanded.

The next instant, the darkness surrounding her shifted, and in its center, a shadowy figure, tall and robed, appeared.

Numerous threads of black smoke swirled around the figure as glittering red blood eyes glared at her from its eye sockets. And beneath the hood, she could make out gleans of pitch, black flesh shinning with a sinister light.

Above bloodless lips, black flashes of light sparked from the darkness of the hood.

At this moment, the grey soulless and mindless despair she was under instantly shattered.

"It's you?" She shrieked in astonishment.

"Kekekeke…...It's good to see you too!" The voice replied delightfully.

"You beast, I will kill you!" Mad with unrestrained killing intent and hatred, Versailles lunged at the shadow.

"Kekekeke…...Not so quickly." With a dark flash, the shadow vanished.

Darkness whirled past as she ran in the cold, bleak, dark ocean, desperately searching for the shadowy figure.

"I will make him pay!" She viciously hissed, her eyes flashing with unconcealable resentment.

If she had not recovered her memories from her first life, then she wouldn't have felt anything on seeing that malevolent shadow among shadows.

But since she had, a chilling shred of icy hatred and rage had been festering in the bottom of her heart.

Thinking of her final moment, she bristled with rage and immeasurable hatred.

However, her fury had no outlet to vent. She ran and ran in the endless darkness but could not find even a trace of the shadow's figure.

Frustrated, she lashed out with her fiery flames without any reservation. This went on until she was completely spent, and her flames exhausted. Sinking to her knees, she cried in anguish.

It was at this moment that the ancient bell voice of the 'glowing soul' resounded in her mind.

'You should have remained calm. You have completely used up your spirit fire and are utterly defenseless now. I will not be able to help in this place, because the place your physical body is kept in prevents the interference of any outside force'

'I hope you will be able to overcome this trial.'

With that, the bell voice went completely silent.

"Does that mean the 'glowing soul' will not be able to help me escape?" Versailles warily looked around at the cage of darkness with furrowed brows.

In her moment of rage, she forgot about her current situation.

"Kekekeke…. Seeing you stop, does this mean you are done venting? Now, any hope of escape is futile," The voice returned and whispered maliciously.

"No one will come to your rescue. You cannot save yourself. Your parents, your friend, your clan. They all abandoned you, because you failed them. You are all alone." It mirthfully declared.

"No! Not everyone has betrayed me." she icily retorted.

"Ramose will come for me."

"Kekekeke…...Will he? He left you all alone in the middle of the Eternal Mountains, running off by himself to save his own life. Will he really come to save you now?"

For a breath, her conviction shook.

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'Did he really leave me? Left me behind to save himself?'

Her heart fluttered in her breast, her soul shuddered with dread, as doubt stabbed her with an icy arrow.

"Why would he do that?" She whispered, confused.

'Is this another betrayal? Another abandonment by my dear ones?'

'No. It is impossible! Ramose will never betray me! Betrayal is not within his nature!'

'But if it is true…'

"Kekekeke…...Why? Because you are not more important than his life, his clan. As a king, he did what any king would do, chose his throne over his female…...Kekekeke"

Now, she was icy cold and shivering.

'He chose his pack. Is that it?'

A insidious, sinister, invisible force pulled at her, tugging her towards the realm of doom like a moth drawn to a flame. She resisted the force with desperation, but her efforts were weak and sluggish.

Her resolve and faith were shaken.

"You wretched darkness, do not think that I will fall for your trick again. You are lying! Lying because any race can abandon their mate, but werewolves do not leave their mates behind. They do not cherish themselves above them. Their mate is the other half of their soul." She attempted to shake the icy tendrils away, but it was a useless struggle.

She could feel it taking root in her entity.

In her mind, her heart, and her soul.

"Kekekeke…. You are a stubborn one, are you not? But no matter. Since we can't get along the easy way, how about we try the hard way, hmm?...Kekkekke..."

Instantly, a sudden onslaught of pain invaded her being, sending her descending into a realm of madness.

Locked in an agony of old memories and nightmares, like a cracked sculpture, she teetered on the brink of destruction. Her consciousness wavered uncertainly between reality and illusion.

In the next instant, she felt a rip and a bitter emptiness engulfed her soul.

Tears of blood poured from her violet eyes and she shrieked madly from the horrors battering her mind and the gaping gulf rooting in her soul.

Her chest throbbed with an unbearable pain as if something had clawed her heart out. And as her aura fell into complete chaos, the last vestiges of color faded from her violet-gold eyes.

Like a lifeless puppet, she motionlessly floated in the void.

She was now a split soul.

An emotional soul devoid of all but grim despair, pain, and utter darkness.

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On the other side, Ramose suddenly screamed in pain as he felt his soul viciously ripped apart from Versailles'.

The sudden emptiness made him madly howl in despair, tears of blood spilling uncontrollably from his eyes as the agony overwhelmed his senses.

Memories of their first meeting resurfaced in his mind, filling his aching heart and shrieking soul with utter despair.

From the instant their souls were wrenched apart, he knew.

Their bond, the connection that formed between them the moment they recognized each other as mates, was broken.

Viciously and ruthlessly ripped apart, until nothing remained.

A split soul.

"No! This is impossible! Impossible!"

Then, spasming, he spat out a long, long jet of blood.

The gaping hole in his cracked soul where Versailles' soul joined with his, threatened to pull him under.

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