Chapter 81: Meeting The Gorgons

Versailles navigated through a horde of poisonous bugs, slithering and gliding through the mob as she advanced towards a gray stone fortress. The fortress was formidable, old watchtowers and fallen slabs of gray stone walls laying in fragmented pieces around the keep. 

Thick miasma lingered on the gray stone keep, hindering the vision of lost wanderers.

This was the Ancient Fortress of the Gorgons, inside the depths of the Poison Fields.

As Versailles twisted about the crumbled stones, she spotted a crack on the stone wall and slithered inside. The inside of the fortress was just as fractured as the outside, what once were buildings and shelters, now reduced to rubbles.

Poisonous plants and corroded bones littered the damp ground, decorating the ghostly ruins. Without stopping, she moved deeper into the ruins, heading towards the furthest, tallest, and darkest tower.

'Will this place be good enough to build a force? Rebuilding the Ancient Fortress will not be a problem. I just hope the races will not fight among themselves.'

Versailles was anxious to build a powerful force. A force strong enough to confront the Dark Lord's shadow army. But she was also afraid.

She was afraid that in her haste to build up a force made up of the most unlikely races of the Nar realm, she would create a force that would not even stand a blow. A force that would eat itself from the inside out.

'No, I cannot think like this. I need to not only create a powerful, but also believe in the power I create. I need to believe in myself and make the impossible possible. Make the miscreant races of the Nar realm become one!'

She had no other choice. It was either do or die, and this time, Versailles was not going to die!

Her eyes firm with resolve, she dashed towards the dark tower.

She had a group of Gorgons to meet.

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In a dark, damp cell, poison crickets cricked about as they flew around three hideous, snake haired females. The females leaned on gray stone chairs, murky dark liquid pouring over their heads, as they relaxed.

The viscous liquid had a greasy shin to it, slowly sliding down their body, dripping to the floor into a pool of black grease. The grease sizzled like burning acid, spreading into the air. The moment the poison crickets made contact with the liquid, they were reduced to a lump of black gas, dissipating into a hazy mist.

The poisonous mist flowed inside the damp cell, infecting other poisonous crickets and bugs, producing more black gas as they liquified. 

"Sisters, did you hear the news from the Battle of Might? The Battle of Wit this decade will be conducted differently, with a serpentine facing against all the lesser races on her own." The voice sounded muffled inside the damp cell, masking the tone of the speaker.

"Yes, I heard. Who is this daring serpentine that dared to challenge the combined races of the Nar realm?" Another muffled voice sounded out, the scorn in this voice obvious.

"Forget about who she is. What I want to know is, whether or not she has what it takes to come out victorious." This voice was more clear than the other two, the anticipation clear in the hoarse tone.

" Victorious? Huh! I bet she is all talk and no might. Otherwise, why would she challenge all the races alone? She is just trying to find an excuse for her future failure. After all, which beast will dare to say anything if she lost against the combined races, alone?" The first voice pitched in with a screech this time, the dissatisfaction evident in the cold tone.

"I agree with you on that, sister. I bet I could bet with my eyes closed. Unfortunately, our group got disqualified in the first match. Otherwise, I would have taught her what not overestimating oneself meant." 

"Why would you bother, sister? I think that serpentine is not even worthy of facing us. I can send her screaming in agony in one strike."

"Why one strike? I can send her crying in one hiss!"

"Hahahaha!"

"But seriously sisters, does she have any chance of even making through the first round?" The first voice asked again, this time more in curiosity.

"If you want to know, you can get a glimpse now. There is no need to wait until the Battle of Wit." At this moment, a lighter, more melodious voice replied in response, breaking into the conversation of the three snake haired females. 

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"Who? Who is it? You dare to enter the Ancient Fortress of the Gorgons?" The three females stood at once, screaming into the murky fog.

"Why is it that every beast I encounter asks me how daring I am? Is it not obvious enough by the fact that I am present, real and true, in their territory without permission?" Following the voice, a figure leisurely strutted into the damp, poisonous cell. 

The gas swirled around her ankles and hair, settling on her skin. Sizzling sounds rang out and gold liquid dripped to the ground. Her red-gold flame hair unnaturally raised into the air, flapping and twirling as it fiercely struggled against an invisible force, before slowly settling back down.

Defeated, the gas passed through her figure, not able to damage a single strand of hair on her body.

The Gorgons were immediately alarmed on witnessing the scene. They knew how vicious and insidious their snakes hair venom were. And in the situation where the female was standing inside their Ancient Fortress, the place cloaked in concentrated poisonous gas from their snake hair and the field, it should have been a case of her seeking her own death.

And yet, nothing happened to her.

"Who are you?" Trembling uncontrollably, they slowly backed away.

It was only now that they registered the danger they were in. Their poison had no affect on the female. She came to their base being well aware and prepared. The ones that were in the dark, was them. That meant, they were vulnerable against any attack she threw at them.

"Who am I? That's funny, cause I thought I just heard you three talking about me?" Tilting her head, she folded her arms across her chest, a dark smirk on her fair features.

"We? Talking about you?" The three looked dumbfoundedly at each other, not comprehending her words.

When did they ever talk about such a frightening individual? Why couldn't they remember it?

They only talked about the Battle of Wars and the daring serpentine that challenged the lesser races of the realm.

"You...you....you are the ser...ser...serpentine?" They exclaimed in shock.

Their gazes roamed over the slender, exquisite figure in front of them, her beauty and fair complexion piercing their eyes, twisting their hearts.

It turned out, the person they were discussing a moment ago, came to visit in person.

Suppressing the hatred and jealousy they felt from her beautiful appearance, the Gorgons concentrated on figuring out the reason behind the most discussed serpentine's visit.

"Yes, I am the daring serpentine that challenged the combined races of the Nar realm. Do you three have an opinion about that? If you do, I am more than happy to help you out!" Versailles smirked evilly, catching the brief resentment that flashed through their eyes.

The Gorgons were the most contradictory creatures in the Nar realm. They flaunted their venomous snake hairs and touted their fearsomeness, appearing unbothered with their hideous appearances. However, the instant they saw a beautiful female creature, they lashed out without warning.

They acted unaffected, but in truth, were the most bothered about appearances in the Nar realm. More so, than even the Scorpion King that put on a strong front and was conscious of his hideous head.

If they had not perceived Versailles as a dangerous adversary, they would not have wasted so much time talking. They would've directly attacked her for just having a more beautiful appearance than them.

As such, Versailles did not plan on playing nice with them, and neither did she felt quilt about what she was about to do. Thanks to the red-green eyes of the venomous python she carried, she did not need to fear the poison in the damp cell.

"What... what opinion could we possibly have? Plea...please, do not...ta...take..our words...earlier to...to word." They stuttered in fright, sweat and venom pouring down their faces.

"I will give you three breaths of time to attack. If you don't, than do not blame me for being cruel." Her sweet, tinkling laughter spread out in the poisonous cell, seemingly out of place with the sinister environment.

The three Gorgons were already on guard when they discovered the degree of danger the female posed to them. Now on hearing her declaration, their bodies trembled even fiercer. Their legs grew weak and they powerlessly crumbled onto a heap on the stone floor.

"Please, please spare us. We were wrong to talk about you like that. No beast will be able to contend against you."

They shamelessly flattered, desperate to preserve their lives.

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