In his wolf form, King Ramose paced through the valley of flames as he searched for his pack. As one of the six supreme clans, their authority in the area was unquestionable, supreme, their might feared. This discouraged any lesser species from obstructing their path.
However, skirmishes between the six supreme clans were an everyday matter. Combined with the advent of the Battle of Might, even more conflicts were breaking out among the clans.
Raising his head, he howled towards the muted red sky.
"Awooo!"
"Awooo!"
At that exact moment, five shadowy figures dashed towards him.
Lit up by the intense blazing valley, the five shadow figures were revealed to be a wolf pack with wounds of various sizes covering their bodies. Their dark pelts drenched in blood, they carried the corpses of their packmates on their backs.
King Ramose froze, staring in shock and disbelief at the miserable pack.
"How...just how did this happen?" He growled in disbelief, anger and pain flashing through his dark eyes as he looked at the pack.
"It was the Bloodsucking clan, King Ramose. They ambushed us and directly drained Yulis and Gwen. We were unprepared for the sudden attack and were instantly defeated. In the end, we were only able to drag back the corpses of Yulis and Gwen, leaving the rest behind as we retreated." With shame and quilt marring his face, the leader of the pack bowed his head as he replied chokingly.
"The bloodsucking clan! It is them again?" King Ramose roared darkly, his breathing becoming labored as he mentioned the Werewolf clan's most hated enemy.
A scene of blood and gore flashed through the wolf king's mind, morphing his appearance.
Not waiting for a response from the injured pack, he aggressively flexed his limbs and dashed into the beckoning darkness.
As the king of the werewolves, it was his duty and responsibility to protect and lead the pack, avenging their grievances and seeking explanations for any injustice done to them.
If he wasn't able to even get the vampires to provide an explanation for their actions, how could the pack rely on him and survive in the brutal Nar realm in the future?
For the survival of his pack, he had to get an explanation from the Bloodsucking clan.
The five wolves exchanged quick glances, before lowering their dead mates and dashing after their King, their sharp dark eyes glinting with an irrepressible light of hatred and vengeance.
Outside the valley of flames, there was a wide-open clearing where the ground was covered with red sand. The sand looked ordinary, but anyone who stepped on it would experience pain akin to a thousand ants biting and gnawing on their heart.
Even the strongest members of the demons and devils clan had difficulties withstanding such pain.
Currently, in the midst of the red sand stood a dozen vampires that had blood dripping from their mouths and flesh sticking on their faces. As cold-blooded creatures that felt no pain, and ones whose heart were frozen, they didn't have any fear of standing on the red sand.
While they watched the approaching wolf pack, their gazes filled with disdain and scorn, provokingly inciting them to enter the clearing.
Blind with rage and hatred, the wolf pack unwaveringly entered the clearing, lunging at the vampires without hesitation.
Very soon, snarls and growls with the tearing of flesh and splashing of blood resounded through the air as the two opposing sides clashed without restrain.
However, the vampires were surprised. They did not see the expected pain on the werewolves' faces from stepping onto the red sand. In confusion and shock, they disengaged and slowly retreated.
On the other side of the battlefield, stood two figures. One a large black wolf with deep dark eyes and the other a tall, lean man with black hair and pale blue eyes.
The two's gazes clashed as they silently observed and circled one another, looking for an opening to attack and deliver a severe blow.
Although the vampires were fearless and deadly with their unmatchable number, speed, and venomous fangs, the werewolves were not to be underestimated either.
Their greatest advantage lied in their claws that cleaved flaming mountains in two and sharp eyes that could penetrate through any disguise and deception.
At times, their sight even allowed them to control their opponents' minds for a period of time.
Most importantly, among the six clans, the werewolf clan had the strongest regenerative ability, their strength without a match against the demon clan.
And in a battle between life and death, their great stamina allowed them to last longer than their opponents, ending the scuffles, usually, within their favor.
Which is why, even though the werewolf clan was the smallest clan among the six clans, with not even the ability to reproduce among themselves, it was still able to stand strong among the ranks of the supreme clans.
A hundred meters from the red sand was a cliff with flaming edges as sharp as knives.
The wolf king, King Ramose led the vampire pack leader, Luke, away from the clearing. At the knife cliffs, their battle would not influence the skirmish of the two engaged parties.
"Luke, today I will make sure that your pack pays for attacking members of the werewolf clan." Wolf king Ramose resolutely declared.
"Enough talk. You must have what it takes to make me pay, otherwise, your pack will become our next feeding source." Luke indifferently replied.
Without any more words, the two figures, wolf and man, lunged at each other. Claws and fangs sunk into shoulders and backs, bringing the entangled pair crashing onto the ground.
Luke sank his venomous fangs into King Ramose's neck and viciously tugged, tearing flesh as he pulled away and swallowed, blood flowing down his shoulder. The venom from his fangs instantly turned the gaping wound on the wolf king's neck blue.
On the hand, King Ramose ripped of a piece of flesh from Luke's shoulder, before the later pulled away. Cold blood spilled as Ramose chewed the torn flesh savagely, revealing a ferocious and menacing appearance before swallowing it in a gulp.
Luke wiped the werewolf's blood from his mouth as the fury in his gaze intensified. Ramose flexed his claws.
Just as the two were about to lung at each other again, starting another round of fangs and claws, a golden shadow swept past them. The shadow was silent and swift, flashing past without a pause. Its golden blur was its only giveaway as it moved towards the direction of the red sand.
Thinking of the groups engaged in battle at the red sand and thinking of the other four supreme clans, the werewolf and vampire chased after the shadow without communication.
As leaders of their respective packs, they could not allow the other four clans to benefit from their conflict.
One appearing and disappearing, while the other flashed in and out, the two finally caught up to the golden figure and surrounded it, cutting off its path of retreat.
The golden shadow stopped, its appearance materializing.
The golden blur was Versailles, on her way to the snake abode.
Versailles, suddenly finding herself encircled by a large black wolf and a vampire, stopped and lamented at her misfortune. Her violet eyes vigilantly swept over the black wolf, her golden tail swishing back and forth around her.
Of all the things that could have happened, she just had to encounter a conflict between the two deadliest and most dangerous clans of the six supreme clans in the realm. That too, when she was only passing by, on her way to the Snake clan.
'Nothing good ever comes out of getting entangled with the Werewolf and Bloodsucking clan. The flying Eagle clan, the greatest enemy of the Snake clan, is much more likable and preferable compared to this two clans.'
Sighing dejectedly, she cleared her mind, focusing on her power.
She did not want to stick around and get pulled into whatever conflict they were battling over.
'I will use the new ability I discovered on my trek through the realm earlier.'
In order not to alert her enemies, she kept her gaze fixed on the werewolf as her consciousness sank into her spirit and sought out the glowing 'soul' in the depths of her core.
On the other hand, the werewolf king dazedly gazed at the serpentine before him, complex emotions flickering in his eyes.
Shock, disbelief, surprise, and happiness rapidly flashed one after the other, before expectation settled in his ferocious dark pits.
'Is it really her?' He thought with trembling limbs, his fervent eyes glowing in excitement.
Luke sensed the change in the werewolf king's aura, surprise and confusion covering his face as he looked at the wolf king. The wolf's gaze was unmistakably filled with happiness, as it fixed on the flame-haired serpentine.
'What is going on now? Why is this wolf acting like he just discovered the secret to eternity?'
He narrowed his eyes as he scrutinized the werewolf. Shifting his gaze, he focused on the serpentine, trying to figure out what caught werewolf's attention, making him so happy.
Aside from her beautiful flame hair, purple-gold pupils, and golden tail, there was nothing noteworthy about the serpentine.
Only, he felt a vague sense of familiarity as his eyes flew back to her flame hair and purple eyes.
Versailles, completely oblivious to the sudden attention of the vampire and wolf on her, inwardly breathed in relief as the glowing 'soul' responded to her probing. Pouring her fiery flame into the 'glowing soul', her conscious jumped back into her body and she finally focused her gaze on the figure before her.
Unexpectedly, her gaze instantly connected with that of the black wolf, perplexing her by the complex emotions she perceived from its black orbs.
However, before she could attempt to uncover the mystery behind his strong emotions, her concentration was broken by a warm current of power spreading through her limbs.
'The 'glowing soul' is activating the ability.'
She thought with happiness. Finally, she could leave behind this troublesome pair.
"Alright, it is time for me to go." She turned and amiably addressed the two with a laid-back smile.
Moving her gaze from the black werewolf, she turned to the silent vampire whose hot gaze was also fixed in scrutiny on her.
The instant her sight fell on him, she froze.
Shock and disbelief filled her eyes as the frozen werewolf moved at this moment and lunged towards her.
Before her mind could process the image her eyes perceived and her body could react to the werewolf's charge, her figure got enveloped in a sudden burst of blinding, pure white radiance.
In the next heartbeat, she vanished.