The World Serpent

In the World of Exterreri, within one of the seven vast continents above the eternal void. Dwelled the race known as Monstre, with their violent nature and cunning intelligence. They created the Clan of Monstre and now got considered as one of the remaining seven ancient clans in the World of Exterreri.

With their power, they began to set their sight to those worlds beyond. The foreign worlds near them were doomed to fall under their control. Unfortunately for them, there discovered a vast world, bigger than the World of Exterreri. From its locals, it was called the Realm of Piksyon. 

It has been centuries since they discovered the Realm of Piksyon. They investigated its Continental Regions which were the Endless Grasslands, Glacies Tundra, Arcanum Region, their current location Calidus Desert, and finally, the Great Forest. After their further investigation, they entered an unfortunate desolated spot.

Though, after further thought. It was a good thing in the long term as no one would notice them developing an army. Another Great War started, and it was stronger than any ways they had fought. But if they could defeat the Great Forest, the strongest superpower in the Realm of Piksyon. They would have a great chance at conquering it.

That was supposed to be the plan they had in mind. It was a long-term plan that would give glory to the Clan of Monstre. So what the hell happened? It has been a while since they had heard anything from the ten generals that were supposed to protect the portal towards the Realm of Piksyon. The Officials within the Clan of Monstre were getting nervous as time passed by. After all, maybe the locals of the Realm of Piksyon had discovered their existence. 

And that wasn't all. If the locals in the Realm of Piksyon discovered their existence in the Realm of Piksyo, The Great War would stop, and those warring locals would start looking at the foreign worlds around them. The ancient clans wouldn't be able to do anything, and such fate was held under the Clan of Monstre's fingers if they had one. In the end, the discovery of the Clan of Monster would signify the end of the World of Exterreri and those foreign worlds under it.

One could simply hope that wouldn't happen, but hope wasn't a word within the Clan of Monstre's dictionary. There wasn't even peace but only violence, chaos, and war.

Such was their nature, and no matter what they have done. They wouldn't change even at the sight of suffering and death. They were pretty much annoying bastards that wouldn't stop, and the only way to defeat them was absolute extermination. Otherwise, those spared would rise and have their revenge against those that tried to exterminate their race. 

Back to the Clan of Monstre, within their gigantic dark concrete arena that spanned a hundred kilometers across. The Officials and the Lord of Monstre were having a short gathering and were discussing their future in the Realm of Piksyon. It appears that the rumors about the silence of the ten generals in the Realm of Piksyon haven't completed their spread. 

"We are here to gather together after receiving news about the Great War happening on the other side. We have invaded the nation nearest to use and have infiltrated the Great Forest. It wouldn't take a lot of time before we completely conquered the Great Forest. With that, we have a strong foothold in the Realm of Piksyon. A world, all for our own." The Lord of Monstre said with pride. It seems that he was confident with the power of his ten generals within the Realm of Piksyon. 

Well, that was to be expected. The power of the ten generals could rival the Strongest Minor Great Rulers within the Realm of Piksyon. Though, compared to the Mythical Daemons. They were but mere insects waiting to be stomped. And they were stomped, no one simply knew about it and thought that the invasion in the Southernmost of the Great Forest was successful. 

Sooner or later, their view of the Realm of Piksyon would break, and its Supremes would pay them a visit. A bloody and deadly visit. 

The Officials of the Clan of Monstre raised their giant food and ate them at the same time. During the entire time, the Clan of Monstre was in a state of festive. It was like a victory festival before the victory. Before they could continue their festive thought, An old, weak, and ancient voice echoed. It came from the oldest Monstre within the Clan of Monstre. The Hermit Sage, an old disgrace of the Clan. 

"Having a victory festival without even being victorious. Has the Clan of Monstre fallen this far? How could all of you disobey the Progenitor's decree? Have you abandoned the reason why the Clan of Monstre was created in the first place? You damned disgrace." It looks like the Old One was angry at the state of the Clan of Monstre. Well, compared to the last general. The current Clan of Monstre was like a mindless beast without any intelligence. Only Eat, Sleep, and Reproduce. Nothing more, nothing less. 

"Oi, oi, how can you say that, Old One. You were the only one that remained from that Old Generation. Why would we care about their words, to begin with? It's not like they can do anything since they already got devoured by the eternal void." An Official said with a mocking voice.

From the words of the Official, it appears that the Old One wasn't respected within the Clan of Monstre. He was considered a disgrace left behind by the last generation. A pitiful Monstre left behind by his peers without anyone other than themselves. Most would have killed themselves in his situation, which makes one wonder about the last generation of the Clan of Monstre.

Upon hearing the words of the Official, the Old One gritted his teeth. What made everything turn out this way? Why did he fail? Why did they disappear without guiding the new generation? Why was he so weak? Questions echoed within the Old One's mind as he remembered the reason why the Clan of Monstre got created. The Reason why the Clan of Monstre got created and the current reputation was completely different than before.

Long ago, the Clan of Monstre was created by the Monstre Progenitor. The First Progenitor was tired of violence, chaos, and war. He wanted the Clan of Monstre to become better than what it was. He taught many Monstre and then built the Clan of Monstre. It was a powerful clan full of intelligence monstre. They can even create machines that would aid them to become stronger. Such was a single percentage of the power displayed by the Clan of Monstre. 

The goal of its creation was quite simple, The evolution of both power and intelligence. That was the sole purpose of the Clan's existence. But from the current reputation of the Clan. It appears that Clan simply didn't stray from it but completely stopped wanting to achieve the goal of the Clan. Well, that was to be expected when most of the last generations disappeared from the World of Exterreri and was never to be seen ever again.

There were a lot of rumors about the Last Generation. It was rumored that the Last Generation transcended the World of Exterreri. Another one had simply said that the Last Generation died from something or someone. In the end, the Last Generation was never to be found. Leaving behind a broken generation which was now the Current Generation. 

All the efforts in the past were practically all for naught. After all, the Clan of Monstre was acting as if it was back to its warring era. Chaotic, Violent, and War-like. To be honest, the Old One felt like he was getting punished for a sin he didn't know about. Even if he wanted to die, he couldn't as he had a duty to oversee the Clan of Monstre.

The Officials of the Clan of Monstre started talking to one another about the Old One. It didn't end until the current lord of Monstre rose his tentacle to stop them from talking to each other. He then looked at the Old One as if he was looking at an annoying insect. He then spoke with a strange distorted voice. 

"I don't understand your reasoning, Old One. Look at where we are currently now? We are conquering a world bigger than the World of Exterreri. We are controlling dozens of foreign worlds and are bringing prosperity to the Clan of Monstre. Wouldn't our ancestors want that?" His reasoning was understandable though it was full of arrogance.

The Old One furrowed his eyebrows and replied with a stern and serious voice. 

"Mark my words, there will be a time when the Clan of Monstre would fall because of your arrogance. At that time, you will face the eternal void and question your choices. At that moment, the Clan of Monstre would fall along with the continent it dwelled upon.. All of it because of your senseless and arrogant invasion."