The World Serpent

In the continent where the final battle ensued, with the leviathans swimming across the dark heavens and releasing their spores to infect those below them, the situation has become worse, and everything was slowly crumbling apart. One could say, the loss of the defensive effort against foreigners was crystal clear.

Explosions echoed, along with the thunders of gunfire. The metal crackled of steel machinery sounded as they charged towards chaos minions brought upon by the leviathans. Along with their shouts of glory were the screams of agony and pain. And then, the flames consumed all of them, and one could say... It was simply the fire of war.

In the Main Hall of the Clan of Monstre, where all of the Officials in the ancient clans gathered together, They were discussing the problems outside and were incredibly noisy. Not a single clear word could be heard, and only gibberish echoed within the vast hall. After a while, one of the strongest officials raised his voice and uttered. 

"Silence!!!"

A single word from his mouth echoed in the clan hall, causing the noisy officials to be quiet. They turned their gaze towards him and noticed that he was an Official from the Clan of Noir. They wondered what he was doing in such a place. Didn't the Clan of Noir not answer the call? Did they decide to help the World of Exterreri?

"Before all of you can continue with your noisy discussion. I want to say one thing. Instead of staying here to die, wouldn't it be better for all of you to retreat? The defense lines are breaking apart. Many soldiers are deserting from their positions, causing more chaos to spread. I believe that we have lost this war."

"Instead of wasting our valuable resources, we must retreat and regroup. Otherwise, staying here would be the same as waiting for a death sentence. I am sure that none of you are that foolish, right? You know when to retreat and when to attack. Not get boorish by wasting our soldiers and machinery in a losing battle."

The words of the official from the Clan of Noir echoed. The officials from all over the ancient clans were in silence as they looked at each other with calm expressions. It has rather been a while since their lords left with the foreigners. The leviathans and chaos minions continued causing problems, and there was still no reaction from the lords.

The moment the lords had disappeared. It was at that moment they lacked a leader to lead their ancient clans in this perilous situation. There wasn't a guarantee that their lord would survive the fight with the foreigners. So, if their lord dies, what would happen to their clan and their wasted army?

"I know that all of you understand what I'm trying to say. Instead of wasting resources, why don't all of you retreat and regroup? We can learn a lot of things about them during this period and can adapt to their army. Maybe we can finally have a chance against them."

The official from Noir continued talking as the officials around him were slowly agreeing with his words. Even the strongest officials couldn't disagree that this battle was a losing one. Wasting more resources in such a battle would be foolish. Retreating and regrouping with more knowledge about the enemy would be better.

"We agree with your words, Official. There is no need to continue fighting in this losing battle. Order the retreat and let the soldiers take their time." One of the strongest officials said as many officials followed his words. After his voice echoed, the officials of the ancient clans finally ordered a retreat.

The official from Noir released a simple smile and left the hall. He left the Clan of Monstre and reappeared at a strange place. He kneeled upon a dark figure and said with a calm voice. "They have ordered a retreat, My Lord. With this, the ancient clans would finally fall."

"Good, I didn't think that the three of them would start such a show. It appears that it's my job to clean the mess up." The dark figure sighed as he and the official faded from the background. The Clan of Noir instigated the retreat of the ancient clans. The leviathans had won against the armies of the ancient clans and were in the process of devouring everything in the continent.

The chaos monsters brought upon by the World Serpent were growing as they were waiting for the arrival of their master. More types grew as they continued consuming every biomass on their way. Perhaps, even Persia herself might get surprised with their unbelievable growth. 

Anyhow, back in the dark heavens, the two foreigners, along with 5 clan lords, had disappeared and fought their own battles. The only ones left were Statera and the Lord of Rose. Statera gazed upon the Lord of Rose with a cold expression. The enemy in front of her was rather weak. There was practically no need for her to do anything against the weak rose. 

The Lord of Rose, who stood at the opposite of Statera, had numerous thoughts passing through her mind. She was left alone with one of those monsters. It was practically not impossible for her to survive against the foreigner. Her loss was inevitable, and her death was imminent.

'How do I survive in this kind of situation? How the hell can I defeat her? Of course, that is impossible. Power wasn't my kind of thing. Besides, it appears that the armies gathered by the ancient clans are retreating. It looks like we lost the defensive battle. Should I buy time and wait for them?' 

Before the Lord of Rose could continue with her thoughts, Statera's words echoed within her mind.

"You have little to no chance of surviving or defeating me. I suggest you kill yourself before I ripped that neck out of that body." Statera's words were rather cold though the Lord of Rose couldn't help but feel insulted.

No one and nothing had ever said such a thing towards her. Even if they said such things, they wouldn't be able to live for a single second after saying such words. While gritting her teeth in anger, the Lord of Rose was about to attack Statera with her sharp claws. Though unfortunately for her, Statera immediately noticed her movements and disappeared from her spot.

Statera reappeared in front of the Lord of Rose and placed her pale fingers onto the neck of the Lord. With a single movement, Statera would be able to snap the neck into multiple pieces, and the Lord of Rose wouldn't be able to do anything against it. 

The Lord of Rose found herself frozen as she couldn't move a single muscle with Statera's pale and soft fingers on her neck. While the touch of Statera's pale fingers echoed within her body, she then noticed a strange and familiar feeling. A smile then formed on the face of the Lord. 

"It looks like you are feeling lust. Not towards me but towards someone else." The Lord of Rose said with a devilish voice as Statera furrowed her eyebrows and questioned with her serious voice. "What are you trying to say, maggot?" 

"Don't ignore my words... You feel lust towards a certain someone. Despite being small, it is still considered lust. Of all the foreigners that had entered here, you are the only one with that amount of lust. It was rather fortunate for me to have noticed it." 

Statera started pressing the neck of the Lord of Rose. It was rather getting annoying with the spouting nonsense of this Lord. There was no use in giving her seconds to live. It would be better to have silence than this spouting monster. "It seems that you want to die."

"I obviously don't want to die, but if I do die. Then there is only one thing I can do." The words of the Lord of Rose echoed as Statera felt a bad feeling and immediately snapped her neck. The Lord of Rose finally died but what happened next was rather unexpected. 

Strange energy began gathering above the dark heavens. It created a whirlpool of clouds that was started to surround Statera. The moment Statera saw such a scene, she instantly knew what it was.

'It appears that before her death, she activated a curse that would use her own soul. Though, does she think that a death curse would work against me?' Such thoughts echoed within Statera's mind as the power above the dark heavens got stronger and stronger.

Statera was rather confident of the curse not being able to kill her though she miscalculated one thing. The curse wasn't meant to kill her. It was meant to use her lust against her. Such a curse would bring her into an eternal sleep with a dream that would consist of her simple lust. 

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At that moment, Statera lost her vision. She then thought within herself. 'I see... That wasn't the curse of death but the curse of eternal slumber. Though, it must need fuel to continue its influence. I wonder what fuel it needs.' Statera immediately had known that she was in a state of slumber. It wasn't that serious as there were many ways of breaking such simple curses.

The dark vision then slowly faded as Statera found herself on a comfy and luxurious bed in a strange room. She looked around with a curious expression as she noticed someone right beside her on the comfy and soft bed. It was someone she had known, and it was someone she considered important.

It was a gorgeous young girl with silver-white hair.

She slowly woke up and looked at Statera with her golden amber eyes. A serene smile formed on her face as she uttered with a soothing voice. "Shall we start, Statera...."