— Trillwolf Villa
Hidden in the center of Eastern Badlands was a gorgeous private resort land, closed off from the outside world by a powerful curse and illusion formation. The cursed illusion formation made this entire region appear like a poisonous bog, full of high-level desolate beasts. Anyone who mistakenly wandered into this forbidden area would be cursed by one of the illusions they faced and have their life force slowly drawn away.
Behind this formation, the resort land covered a 30-mile radius with elegant buildings at the center. It was like seeing a small city in the middle of the barren woods.
However, at this time, a massive cloud floated over the mountains a few kilometers away, slowly moving toward the secret villa. The cloud was full of intimidating energy explosions from myriad terrifying forces. Beneath the cloud, a sinister-looking black rain poured down in a heavy shower. It seemed to block out the entire sky as it approached the famed forbidden bog.
As this cloud approached, all the vicious and desolate beasts were almost climbing over each other to escape. Despite the massacre carried out by the dark elves in the wilderness, none of these events had reached the ears of the house officials.
Deep inside the cloud, in the center of a large and evil-looking white castle, the White Demon Temple radiated evil energy. In the main hall, Lord Basalt floated down from the flying cage of women as he formed a purple cloak made of voodoo force to cover his hunky physique. The various victims in the cage watched his tattooed frame disappear in that robe, with faces full of fear, disgust, and even a bit of desire. Basalt was a scumbag, but he was the most outstanding male specimen many of them had ever seen.
Much better than the hideous visages of Trevor and Iridilth.
Once seated on the highest throne, Basalt sat with his entire council, receiving the many experts in white demon robes delivering various reports.
"Temple Lord Basalt, the emissary from the Oblivion God Cult, has arrived."
"Lord Basalt, the assassin you sent east assures us that Fort Master Goldwolf will not be leaving the central ward in the next few days," Altis Major, the Left-Hand of Lord Basalt, stood in the air and announced their leader. His hood was down, revealing the features of a tall, middle-aged man with evil eyes and a devilishly handsome angular face. He was so attractive that he looked nearly feminine, "In addition, the forward team and the Dark Elves have all made it through the barricade and are advancing on their targets swiftly."
"That slutty bird Enora has pleased me. That boy of yours has my blessing, Altis. As soon as the House Lord is in my hands, this will be my first gift to him, keke," the serpentine voice of Basalt reverberated through the hall, and everyone immediately fell silent. "Rotimi sends word that he has located my baby's mother. The poison worked successfully. Her origin and essence are both bound. This is excellent.
"Rotimi accomplished this and only lost 51 operatives to her fury. Better than estimated. That piece of shit mutt is holed up in his vacation home, utterly ignorant of his woman's peril and the other's deceit. Amusing. My brat can do nothing but sit in the throne room vacantly under the influence of my glamour. Now is the time we eradicate the Legends of House Trillwolf."
Basalt looked to his right and spoke to the one seated on the next throne down, "Trevor, take Altis and corner that old wolf, Abercorn. Suppress him with the Evil Tri-Fang Mammoth Curse. This should give us the time to destroy the wolf pack and that wretch. I will send my shadow to slaughter Abercorn once I have subdued my mutt brother."
"Yes, my liege." Trevor rose and bowed before vanishing to complete his mission.
Altis Major's face was stoic as he bowed and departed immediately.
"Helian, you will be responsible for capturing the wives of our targets. You may do as you please. Make sure that they live. This is not a buffet for you alone," sneered Lord Basalt as he licked his lips. "Especially those twins from Rodinia. I heard they have quite the flavor...they are wasted on my father's wastrel pup. They need to know a real man's thrust."
"Yes, my liege," came the voice of the elder closest to Trevor's seat.
"Punisher, your Myriad Fiend Army curse art seems to have reached great perfection. What is the strongest fiend in our current arsenal?" Lord Basalt then turned to the left to speak to the elder directly opposite Helian.
"This humble one can command up to 10 Undead Kings. However, for every Undead King, this one can command 20 Revenants," replied Punisher.
"Good. Take three Undead Kings, and raise an army of no less than 5,000 Fiends with the rest of your power. This will be the vanguard of our next assault."
After commanding the rest of his forces, Lord Basalt leaned back on his throne and mused silently, "Soon, Oshun. Soon I will reclaim what you have taken from me. Once I obtain the final seed from the Lady of the Mist, then I will finally reach perfection. The old bastard sky wolf destroyed my life as a Messenger Pharaoh once. I will not be hindered again."
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Meanwhile, inside the Trillwolf Villa...
A grand banquet was being held in the most elegant mansion of the secret resort land.
All the famous elite from House Trillwolf were present for the feast. Glorious decorations and banners from the different noble factions filled the ballroom. In the most elevated VIP section of the hall, the Lord of the House entertained all the essential elders. At the moment, two tall elders with similar appearances were discussing the ranking of the young geniuses with House Lord Osiris.
"Tell us, House Lord. Who is it that you favor in this year's competition?" asked an elder in black robes with a golden Wolf Head insignia present on the back. These were the robes of the honored elders! There were currently fifteen honored elders in House Trillwolf, and the criteria to become an honored elder was to have a strength that exceeded the Gold Mage rank and a certain amount of merit points within the House.
"Yes indeed, my lord! We have so many promising new Sage talents this year. It's sure to be exciting," said another honored elder.
"Hahaha, Elder Ah Meed, Elder Atah, your honors. I naturally have my eye on a few of the baby nobles, but my sight is mainly on the young wolves. I suppose you two have suggestions for me then?" Lord Osiris wore a vibrant red and silver raiment that exposed most of his muscular torso, with a necklace that looked 30% similar to Jody's Brave Fang Collar and many other magical rings and accessories. His long dreads were braided to the back in a fashionable design. His voice was full of pride and majesty.
"Haha, just as well, just as well. This one does indeed have someone in mind." The first elder to speak was honored elder Ah Meed, "My direct disciple, Victory Ridwan, is only eight this year but has already ascended to the Perfected Sophomore rank. I believe in 12 years, he will make quite an impact at the following Wolf King Tournament. Even in the upcoming tournament a couple of years later, he should at least rank in the top 300 or maybe even the top 200!"
"Little Victory is indeed a great competitor, but he fails and falls short of comparison if one mentions my daughter," replied honored elder Atah. "House Lord, you've met Sussan the day she was born, and I believe that grace had carried us down the path of glory! Sussan is a young wolf with true Mage potential, and she will surely surpass this father of hers. Perhaps she will be a part of the next generation's elemental wolf pack."
"Oh please, Mavis! The child only has an A-grade combat soul. Even the weakest member of the honored pack has an AA-Grade combat soul. How could she possibly compare to them?" spat honored elder Ah Meed. "Victory is sure to be tonight's champion, my lord, top of his rank, with the potential to fight in the next."
"Fuck you, Dashin!" Elder Atah shouted furiously.
"Gentlemen, please, whether tonight will yield victories for Victory or build suspense for Sussan, I'm sure we will see it for ourselves," Ke Si walked out of the shadows and poured Lord Osiris a glass of wine, which the lord then held up with a boisterous round of laughter, "There will, of course, be many fine young nobles and cadets who perform here tonight. However, let us not forget that the sons of I, Osiris Trillwolf, are on the way here from their trials. If one would like to talk about genius, then this child of mine must be the focus."
"My lord, do you mean the fourth young lord Jumoke? With all due respect, my lord. The boy is talented, to be sure, but ultimately he is just too young," said an honored elder from the side.
"No, he speaks not of the little fourth but the little third. Little Third was given a suitable transformation guide in time for him to partake in the pilgrimage," Fire-First Mercer fondled his red beard as he mused out loud.
"Ah! So this is the case. Certainly, young Lord Trill may well have almost caught up with his younger brother Jumoke by now."
"My Lord, do not forget about young Freda! At nine, she is close to ascending to the Junior Spirit rank!