Chapter 93: Start Of The Battle Of Wit

"It's clear."

The responding cry was dull and weak, evident of the beasts lack of enthusiasm. 

Helpless, the witches sighed in resignation.

There was nothing they could do about the situation. They couldn't force the creatures to be excited for an event that held no benefit for them.

Even though the five clans used the excuse of retaining the rankings and current order of things in the realm to make them accept the challenge of the serpentine, it was obvious the affect of the persuasion had worn off during the brief time gap.

Now, the beasts were more concerned about the Werewolf King's wrath than the possible extinction of their clans.

"For this Battle of Wars, the Werewolf clan and the Snake clan will not be taking part. All races will be battling the serpentine of the Snake clan to the death. The outcome of the Wars will decide the direction of the realm. Alright, then let the Battle of Wit begin! May the mightiest reign supreme!"

"May the mightiest reign supreme!"

As they watched the scarcely energized crowd, the witches felt strange.

The Battle of Wars that dictated the statuses of the various races in the realm for centuries, was so easily discarded at the appearance of one serpentine.

An ancient ritual and custom that was never questioned nor challenged, was so easily changed.

All because of one serpentine. 

As if linked, the six looked towards the direction of the serpentine at the same time.

Versailles, the main focus of this Battle of Wars, was snuggled comfortably in the broad embrace of her mate.

"Ahem! For how long are the two of you planning on staying glued together?"

The Snake Queen was disgruntled with the Werewolf King. Her friend had only just returned, and before she could even properly welcome her back, the beast dropped in and snatched her.

However, he was Versailles' mate. And so, she was left standing, not even able to vent her displeasure.

Queen Nakee's sharp tone abruptly brought Versailles to her senses.

Blushing, she disengaged from her mate's arms, fiercely glaring at him in embarrassment. 

She took such great pain to dress for the occasion, wanting to display a ferocious and fearsome persona. And yet, her own mate was bent on ruining her good deed.

"What?" Ramose innocently asked, his dark eyes wide in confusion. He had no idea why his perfectly obedient mate was now glaring at him.

All he did was hug her, right? Was that not allowed?

"Go back to your pack, Ramose. From here, they look like abandoned cubs."

"cubs?" There was a strange gleam in Ramose's eyes at the mention of the word cubs.

But Versailles failed to catch it.

Snorting, she turned and walked away.

She couldn't be bothered to deal with the wolf. Ignoring him completely, she shyly approached her friend, who stood with her arms crossed patronizingly across her chest. 

"Ah? Snake Queen, what's wrong? Why do you look like you can't wait to cleave some beast in two?"

"How well you know me. That's exactly what I feel like doing now."

"You..."

Before she could complete what she wanted to say, she heard the old slogan of the Nar realm.

"May the mightiest reign supreme!"

The Battle of Wit, had officially began.

The shyness and embarrassment instantly disappeared from her face, turning coldly grim.

"Versailles, it is still not too late to forfeit. You can withdraw your participation from this battle right now. Once you step onto the battleground, there will be no going back. It will be a struggle to the death."

Queen Nakee did not know if what she did was right. On one side, it was her sister-like friend, and on the other, her clan.

For the continuation of the Snake clan, Versailles' participation in the Battle of Wars was mandatory. However, if Versailles participated in the Wars, she would have to struggle for her survival.

"You don't need to feel bad, Snake Queen. I am taking part in this battles, not because of you, but because of myself. Representing the Snake clan is just an excuse."

Seeing her friend in a daze, Versailles knew the woman held herself responsible for the current situation.

However, Versailles participation in the Battle of Wars had absolutely zero connection with the Snake clan.

She participated because she wanted to grow stronger. She participated because she wanted to fight for what she believed in. 

And Ramose was the dream Versailles sought, and now, believed.

She would see to it that no Supreme Elder or Dark Lord got in between them ever again.

Turning to the silent Ramose, she lightly smiled, nodding briefly.

Without any more words, Versailles flapped her sleeves and moved forward, flashing into the distance.

It was finally time to fight for what she desired.

*

Ramose thoughtfully watched Versailles receding back, before turning and moving back to the werewolves.

"Wolf King, we found the beast you requested. What should we do with him?"

Upon reaching the pack, Olsen hurriedly approached him. The anxiety and nervousness on his expression signifying the importance of the matter.

"You found him? Is everything exactly like how I requested?" Ramose seriously asked.

If it were any other matter, he wouldn't have given it so much attention.

However, this matter was closely tied with his mate's safety.

Even if the entire realm was against him, he couldn't bring himself to not interfere. 

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"Everything is exactly as you requested. We're ready to take action whenever you're ready."

"Hmm, very good. Give me a moment."

Facing the vampire, Ramose wrathfully swept his gaze over him and the other three leaders.

Caught unprepared by his sharp, piercing glare, the beasts were immediately alarmed as they looked back in confusion.

What's the Wolf King's problem now? Was he going to start a fight? Just because his mate went to engage the other races, it didn't mean he could take his frustration out on them!

With vigilant eyes, the three leaders stared back in apprehension. They were already in their battle stances. 

Even though they felt displeased at the Werewolf king's unreasonable action, it didn't mean that they had forgotten the last lesson at the Stadium of Battle Arenas. 

If he desired, the wolf had the ability to take them all on and come out on top.

"Snort! Werewolf King, what are you trying to do? Even if you're unhappy, don't forget. The proposal for this Battle of Wars was brought up by the serpentine herself." Luke was similarly displeased with Versailles' participation in the battles.

Because she was fighting for the right to be with the werewolf.

However, he had to put on an unconcerned appearance to mislead the present beasts. 

Later, when he left to snatch Versailles away, no one would immediately suspect him. This would give him enough time to leave with the girl.

"I am aware of the fact that it was brought up by her. But I am also aware of the fact that she was forced to take such a stand. If I don't pull a chunk out of your fleshes today, then my heart will never be at peace."

And with that, Ramose lunged, transforming in midair.

"Grrrrrr!"

Snarling savagely, he attacked the three leaders without any restrain, anger and ruthlessness palpitating off his huge black frame.

"You're crazy, Werewolf King!" The Eagle King shrieked in disbelief. He wasn't truly expecting the Werewolf King to attack.

After all, the Battle of Wars concerned every race within the realm. Surely, he wouldn't take such a step without repeatedly thinking over the consequences, right?

Such a step, could earn the wrath of the entire Nar realm races!

Unfortunately, it seemed like they were the ones that had drastically underestimated the beast's feelings towards his mate.

Howl!

Bang!

The instant Ramose clashed with her, the Demon Queen reared back and stepped out of his attacking range, having no intention in exchanging blows with him.

'Getting beaten once is enough. I have no desire to experience the feeling again.' 

Crossing her arms, she nonchalantly viewed the skirmish from the side.

Grrrrrr!

Bang! Bang!

In two successive strikes, Ramose sent the Eagle King and Devil King shooting through the air.

Flipping backwards, they barely managed to land on their feet, saving themselves from disgrace. 

However, there was a tiny trace of blood smeared on the corner of their lips. Without doubt, they were injured in the brief exchange.

Swiveling, Ramose turned on the Supreme Elder of the Bloodsucking clan.

The later was prepared for his attack, and the two fiercely snarled and growled as they rolled on the flaming ground. Bit marks and wounds littered their bodies, but the two had no intention of stopping.

The spectating beasts that failed to pass the previous Battle of Wars, the Battle of Might, watched the proceedings with trepidation and apprehension.

They drew back from the entangled duo, fearful of getting pulled into their struggle. Because if that happened, they were sure to lose their puny lives.

"Roarrr!"

At this time, the two entangled beasts finally separated apart, gasping desperately for breath.

Vicious wounds of various sizes and shapes appeared on the two's figures, bleeding profusely as they glared at each other.

Just as the two were about to lung at one another again, an amplified harsh sound rang out, freezing them in their tracks.

"Enough! Werewolf King, if you start another scuffle here, we will have to terminate the battles." The witches had had enough of the rampaging Werewolf King.

Even though the realm was without orders and regulations, some occasions could never be disrespected. One such occasion, was the Battle of Wars.

Ramose darkly glared at the six witches, rising chills in their heart.

From that one glance, they became aware. If they pushed the wolf too far, he would attack them without any hesitation.

"Hmph! Supreme Elder, we're not through yet. Next time, I will not be so restrained!"

"Same here. You should watch your back!"

Exchanging one last hateful glares, the two turned away from each other, retreating to their respective race's stations.

The frightened beasts felt as if they received amnesty, secretly breathing in relief when the two ended their brawl.

Recalling the earlier exchange, their hearts trembled in fear and they looked at the six witches with grateful eyes. If the two continued, they would have become innocent casualties. 

This exchange, however, indirectly raised the importance of Versailles in the races eyes. They now considered her the Wolf King's reverse scale.

Having achieved what he desired, Ramose anxiously arrived before Olsen and the awaiting werewolves.

"Where is he? Bring him out. And remember, until I return, no one should suspect his identity. Understand?"

"Yes, Wolf King! We will make sure no one discovers anything."

"Hmm, now take position."

With that, Ramose entered the throng of wolf pack.

A while later, across from the five supreme clans, a large black wolf covered in wounds laid dejectedly on the flaming cracks of the Erupting Volcanos' Region, his wolf pack protectively surrounding his disheartened figure.

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