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In the year 4020, a realm defying war between witches, vampires, and werewolves threatens to wreak havoc on Earth.
But most of all the threat affects Celestiana, a mighty yet untrained witch Primous.
As the unrest uproars, Prince Lyonau...
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Human base city
Elliot hasn't returned, and Celest refused to allow any negative thoughts into her mind. It was easy to occupy herself with something else.
She has made the biggest decision of her life, followed by consequences she ought to abide by forever.
Liberal lands' Kingdom. The only safe region left for humans, offering comfort to them and werewolves, and not under Night's Blood's rule. She vaguely recalled her parents referring to it as Australia, the name used before the third world war. Or the fourth? She wasn't sure. Though it didn't matter what mortals called it over two thousand years ago before supernaturals conquered the planet. And eventually the galaxy.
She was leaving her family, unsure of the next time she'll see them. If this idiotic obsession of Lyonaurd regarding her ever ends, to grant her to return to her normal life.
It can't be much unpleasant. She soothed herself. Her aunt ruled that continent and the south pole. Although that area was specified for vampire refugees, the ones who fled from King and Lyonaurd's tyranny.
If she needed, her aunt Lilithia will succour. She hoped so. Celest hasn't met her, and her mum forbade any mentions of her. The fifth world war scarred the sibling bond, wounds too deep that apparently twenty-two years weren't adequate to heal them.
She rolled her eyes at her mother's unyielding grudge towards her older sister. Of course, the battle led to Noita and Klyo's death, but Lilithia hadn't killed them. Juve and Valeryker did. Lilithia only began the war. How was she supposed to know those four Primouses would end up killing each other? Celest was certain if Lilithia was aware her mother and sister would die, she never would have started it.
Bloody vampires, they eradicate the witches the second they get the chance. She huffed.
Too bad they forgot equal opposite Primouses cannot kill each other without getting themselves killed too. Klyo and Noita took Juve and Valeryker down with themselves.
She read in a book, a Primous of vampire descent was worse than an ordinary vampire. Their powers a blend of witch and werewolf Primouses, but their vampire side overpowered those, as a result, it heightened their vampire instincts, making them more dangerous.
Therefore, two less vampires and the world was already a better place.
A shiver ran down her spine. Prince Primous Alastar, the last vampire descent Primous, Juve's grandson, her equal opposite, or so legends and Klyo claimed. He was the only being alive that possessed the power to kill her and vice versa. But he had lived over millennia and was trained by the other four Primouses, giving him a noticeable advantage.
At least moving to Liberal lands put a decent distance between her and him.
She preferred to sleep with ease at night rather than fretting when the Prince is planning to eliminate her. It invariably happened, and she wasn't stupid to ignore it. Equal opposite Primouses always dispatched each other. Why? It was a mystery to her.