Chapter 63: Trial Of Fate Final

Luke leaped into the air, stretching his hand out, he grabbed the barbed staff of the white-eyed seer near him. Spinning in midair, he swung his arm with all the strength in his body and viciously threw the barbed staff straight at Ramoses' back.

The staff split the air apart as it sped towards the exposed wolf king's back.

Sailles enjoyed the warmth the man's gentle embrace brought her, her eyes closing contentedly in peace. Ever since she woke up and found half of her memories missing, she had been on guard, vigilant of any beast that approached her.

She was afraid that other beasts would take advantage of her once they learned of her incomplete memories. She was afraid that other beasts would try to use her to fulfill their goals. And most of all, she was afraid of accidentally trusting the wrong person.

That was why, once she came to know about her incomplete memories, she put a façade with the vampire. A façade of relying on him to protect herself. Because she could not remember how or why she was in the Vampire City, she acted obediently to protect herself.

She knew the vampire was lying to her, spinning tales to deceive her, but she only displayed the right amount of suspicion, disbelief, and confusion to let him believe that she was buying into his story. In a city full of blood-thirsty vampires, she knew she stood no chance of coming out victorious if she clashed with the Supreme Elder head-on.

Because she was alone against a city of beasts, she decided to play it safe and wait for the right opportunity to strike. Then she found out about the Bloodsucking clan's struggle in finding feeding sources. She knew this was her opportunity to find out about the shadow targeting the Bloodsucking clan and join hands with them to escape the Supreme Elder's clutches unscathed.

Before putting her plan into action, she wanted to first meet with the Snake Queen and the elders in the Snake clan to find out about the truth of her mate bond. She wanted to know from the clan she considered family if the vampire truly had some relations with her. Because no matter how many times she tried to feel for the beast, her heart never moved.

She was touched on seeing his sincerity towards her, but that was it. As such, she wanted to know the truth. But thinking about how the vampire was able to take her into the Bloodsucking clan without any difficulties, she felt apprehensive of his hidden methods. Therefore, she decided to do everything in the dark.

However, plans never played out how one expected. Just as she was leaving, she found out about the black mass enshrouding her soul. This was a great shocker to her among many, such as the changed color of her tail.

And because she could not remember what happened to her and why such strange incidents occurred, she was even more anxious to uncover the truth. But when she went to the Floating Flame Island for answers, she was not able to enter the snake abode at all.

However, she indirectly found a way to reduce the black smoke inside her core. Through sheer will alone, she endured the unbearable pain and was finally able to thin out the black mass. This filled her heart with joy because, with the thinning of the mass, a picture appeared in her mind.

An image of a tall, masculine, dark-haired, and dark-eyed charming man. And in that image, she saw herself wrapped in his arms. She knew the man.

Part of the pieces of puzzles in her head were solved, but the main piece still remained.

Why was she not with him but was with Luke instead?

To find that out, she returned back to the Vampire City. But before she could enter, both Luke and the man appeared. At first, she was just mesmerized by the beautiful fur of the black wolf.

Then the unexpected happened. She saw her best friend, Queen Nakee, slaughtered in cold blood by the same man she saw in her head. And that was when she lost control.

She saw him, felt him, and understood. She understood that the strange man who was the werewolf king Luke preached against had more weight in her heart than the vampire himself. But she had no control over her body. Attacking the man her heartbeat for, her soul longed for, and her spirit sought without any reservation.

She felt overwhelmed by the many conflicting emotions in her heart and the constant thought ringing in her mind. Just when she felt close to breaking apart, the man pounced on her. He did it to save her from the black mass. But in doing so, he had also salvaged her sanity.

At that very moment, she felt free. Free from the ringing thought in her mind, free from the invisible string controlling her limbs, and free from her conflicting emotions. Most of all, she felt at home.

Now, as she stood in the rubble of crumbled rocks and broken limbs, snuggled securely in his wide arms, she felt that she could die at that instant without any regrets.

Whoosh!

Sailles heard the sound of the speeding staff before she saw its appearance. She sensed the threat of death before it even approached.

Without wasting a single second, she tightly wrapped her arms around his waist, swiftly shifted their positions, and shielded him with her own body.

The staff viciously plugged into her back, piercing through her heart and chest, as it impaled her body.

"Puff!"

Blood sprouted out of her mouth and she powerlessly fell to her knees, her arms still wrapped around the man's waist.

"Versailles!"

Ramose knelt with her, securing her in his arms as he attempted to stop the bleeding.

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"Versailles, hold on! You will be okay nothing will happen to you!"

He spoke in a daze, almost as if trying to convince himself instead of her, his shaking voice the only giveaway to the state of his heart.

Sailles saw his eyes turn red, but he gritted his teeth, forcing the tears back.

"You will be okay. You will be okay. Just hang on, okay?"

He chanted in a singsong tone, brushing the damp hair sticking to her forehead away with his trembling hand.

"You will be okay."

At this point, Sailles knew. The man was more deeply affected by her condition than what he displayed. There was a glaze in his dark eyes, as if he was not in the present. Almost as if seeing another person through her. As if relieving another nightmare.

"Listen, listen. Look at me. It is no use, so please get a hold of yourself." Sailles softly whispered to the distraught man. His haunted expression unsettled her, who was now on the verge of death. She could feel her life draining, her cold body turning even colder.

She knew. She did not have much time left, but if given a second chance, she would have still made the same choice.

But she was worried for him. She was worried he would take her passing too hard.

"Let me go, okay?"

She implored, knowing that he was not ready to let her go.

"Let you go? I let you go once before, I am not ready to do it again. The last time, I did not get the chance to make the choice. This time, however, I have a choice. I have the choice to let you go or to go with you, and I choose to go with you. Instead of spending a lifetime without you, I rather follow you to the ends of the realms." He gently caressed her soft cheek with his blood-stained thumb, smearing her pale complexion red, as if to add color.

"It is only death. With you to accompany me, what is there to fear. I failed to protect you in this life. But Versailles, I promise....in the next life, I will never allow you to come to any harm even if the entire seven realms fall on us. I promise to always protect you no matter what the situation may be. So, Versailles, will you allow me to protect you to the end?" There was no longer any panic or a haunted look in his clear black eyes.

As if having realized and accepted the inevitable, his smile was relaxed and carefree, filled with boundless warmth and love. He was not in a hurry, nor was he devastated.

No.

His aura was one of pure calm and peace as he deeply looked into her eyes.

In the next instant, he lifted her up and ruthlessly crashed her onto his chest.

"King!"

"Uhhh....Without you, I am but an empty shell...it is you who breathes life into my soul, my better half."

Saying, blood sprouted from his mouth, his head falling weakly onto her shoulder.

Tears of grieve, pain, and love flowed from Sailles' eyes as she tightly clutched onto his wide frame, her head slowly drooping onto his shoulder as well.

The two figures, impaled together, slowly bled out, their lifeforce rapidly draining, before completely vanishing.

On this day, by the black mountains of the Vampire City, a serpentine and a wolf king died in each other's embrace, impaled on the barbed staff of a white-eyed seer.

Their red blood flowed and mixed until one could not figure out where one's blood began and the other ended.

Until there was no distinction between the two's blood.

Until they were united as one.

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END OF ARC 1- NAR REALM

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