The Eclipsed Bloom
Chapter 77: Lilith battle

Chapter 77: Chapter 77: Lilith battle

Zara’s eyes blurred again as her body began to dissolve into mist.

Hemiros watched silently, her hand still raised where Zara’s face had just been.

"Haaah..."

She let out a long sigh and turned away, her footsteps echoing in the dreamlike haze as she walked into the mist alone.

—Back in reality, Zara felt a nudge against her arm. Her eyes fluttered open, vision clearing to reveal Lilith leaning in close, her gaze filled with concern.

"Zara? What happened?"

Zara blinked, still processing what she’d seen. Forcing a small smile, she thought,

what should i tell her, can i say a woman is coming and claiming me as her wife,

she shook her head getting these thoughts out of her mind,

"Ah, I’m alright. Don’t worry. I was just... trying to control my strength."

Lilith sighed in relief and turned her attention back to the arena. Zara followed her gaze, but her thoughts remained tangled.

Who was that girl? That cant be a dream... it felt too real.

Up on the balcony, Frances watched Zara closely. Seeing her eyes open, she narrowed her own and murmured under her breath,

"This girl... is going to be interesting."

—On the battlefield, Jane suddenly lunged forward, her claws slashing across Henry’s back. A deep wound opened, drawing blood and a pained growl from him.

Before he could react, Jane’s fist smashed into his face, sending him crashing into the ground with a thunderous slam.

The werewolves in the audience erupted into wild cheers. Some jumped on their seats, others howled into the air in celebration.

"Our Princess Jane wins!" the anchor shouted, voice cracking with excitement. "Howl for her victory!"

A deafening chorus of howls rose across the arena, echoing for kilometers:

"Wooooooooooow! Wooooooooooooow!"

The anchor continued, "According to tradition, the Princess has the right to either banish the Beta... or accept him into her pack."

Jane’s eyes narrowed as she looked down at the defeated Henry. Memories flashed through her mind—his attempt to force himself on her, the pain, the fear, the rage.

She turned her gaze toward Valer and said coldly,

"Banish him. I don’t want someone like him in my pack."

Henry, barely conscious and writhing in pain, groaned as he tried to open his eyes his wound healing at very low pace.

How... How could I lose? I’m the first prince! How?! This bitch...!

Valer, unsurprised by Jane’s choice, stepped forward with his hands behind his back and announced solemnly,

"As King of werewolfs and member of Frances bloodline, I hereby declare that Henry, first prince of the Frances royal family, is stripped of all titles and banished. He is no longer a member of our bloodline."

The werewolves erupted into another thunderous cheer.

Behind Margaret, Dorothy’s face contorted with rage. Her lips trembled as her fists clenched.

How dare this little bitch can defeat him, and how dare she banish my nephew! If he’s banished, how can he become king? No... this can’t happen!

Her body shook with fury, but beside her, Frances smirked faintly, her expression indifferent. She could sense Dorothy’s unrest.

Naive woman. Did you truly think I’d let your pathetic schemes succeed?

Her eyes slid over to Margaret, who sat silently, fists clenched in her lap. Sadness clouded her features, though she said nothing.

How... how could my son do something like this? she wondered. Was it my love that failed him? My teaching?

Frances sigh seeing her daughter in law in sadness, she put hand on margaret shoulder and said,

"dont be sad, this is what he deserve"

margaret nodded weakly her face become indefferent,

Zara’s gaze shifted as two large werewolves stepped forward, each grabbing one of Henry’s arms and dragging his battered body away. His growls were weak now, full of defiance but empty of power.

Jane watched the scene with an expression as cold and sharp as ice. Not once did her face soften.

Then the anchor’s voice echoed through the arena, filled with excitement once again:

"And now! I will invite a warrior personally chosen by our Alpha for the next match! Since she is not from our race, the traditional rules do not apply! Let’s welcome the vampire princess—Lilith Nightmoor!"

All eyes turned as Lilith rose gracefully from her seat, a grin curving across her lips. Just as she began walking toward the stage, Zara reached out and gently grabbed her arm.

"Well... all the best, Lilith," Zara said softly.

Lilith’s expression softened. She placed a reassuring hand over Zara’s and replied with quiet confidence,

"Don’t worry. I’ll beat her easily."

Seeing the certainty on her face, Zara’s lips twitched helplessly.

So confident...

Beside her, Grace suddenly burst into laughter.

"Hahaha! What are you saying, Lilith? You know you couldn’t beat her."

Lilith turned her head, narrowing her eyes at Grace and folding her arms.

Grace’s laughter faltered. As she noticed the sharp glare, her smile turned awkward.

"Ehehe...sister I mean, good luck! You can beat her!"

"Hmph." Lilith snorted and turned back toward the stage, walking forward with calm pride.

From the stage, Frances watched Lilith approach. Her eyes gleamed with something unreadable.

She leaned down toward Margaret and whispered,

"Tell Valer... after this girl finishes her match, pair her with—"

Margaret’s eyes widened in shock.

"But Mother, she didn’t participate in the official tournament. How can we justify this?"

Frances met her daughter in law gaze, calm and unwavering.

"Do it."

Seeing that she was serious, Margaret sighed and turned toward Valer, whispering the message to him.

On stage, Jane watched Lilith step onto the arena with a grin tugging at her lips. She placed her hands on her hips and called out with a mocking tone:

"Welcome, bloodsucker. Ready for your beating?"

Lilith smirked, her silver eyes glowing faintly with excitement.

"We’ll see about that, mutt."

As the anchor shouted, "Begin!" Jane immediately leapt into the air, her smile wide with excitement and bloodlust.

Lilith’s expression didn’t change. Calmly, she dragged a sharp nail across her palm, letting her crimson blood spill. It slithered through the air like a living thread, shooting straight toward Jane like a whip.

But Jane was faster. With a snarl, she slashed the blood string with her claws mid-air and landed hard on the stage, cracking the stone beneath her feet.

Lilith narrowed her eyes. The blood from her wound coalesced around her hand, forming a shimmering blade, a sword of pure blood misted in a red aura.

"Did you think your claws could touch me?" Lilith said coldly.

Jane charged with a growl.

"Believe me—they’ll do more than touch you. They’ll cut you in half!"

As the werewolf sprinted, Lilith stepped into position, sword raised.

"Don’t daydream, mutt."

Jane’s brow twitched in irritation.

"How many times do I have to tell you? I’m a werewolf, not a mutt!"

Their weapons clashed—nails against blade. Sparks flew. Both were forced backward by the strength of their collision.

The audience roared as the two powerful women stared each other down, energy crackling in the air between them.

Zara leaned forward slightly, eyes gleaming as the clash between Lilith and Jane intensified. Each strike, each dodge, sent a rush of adrenaline through her veins. Her lips curled into a subtle, excited smile.

She could feel it—an urge rising deep within her chest.A hunger.A craving... to join the fight.

Beside her, Grace glanced at Zara’s face and tilted her head, confused.

"Hmm... is my wife a battle maniac? i dint expect that" she murmured to herself, her brows raised. "She doesn’t look like it..."

But Zara was too focused to respond. Her gaze was locked on the stage.

Jane narrowed her eyes, her instincts on high alert. She was trying to read Lilith’s movements—watching her every twitch and breath, predicting the next strike.

Lilith, however, was already one step ahead. A sly grin played across her lips as she stared at Jane with the hungry eyes of a predator.

Then—she moved.

Lilith dashed forward, blood sword raised. Jane spotted the attack and smirked, swinging her fist toward Lilith’s shoulder, aiming to knock her aside with brute force.

But just as Jane’s punch neared its mark, Lilith’s grin widened.

She dropped low, spinning to the side with dancer-like precision, ducking under the incoming fist. Her blade sliced cleanly across Jane’s arm, leaving a deep red gash.

"Tch—!"

Jane let out an exhilarated howl, the scent of her own blood only fueling her excitement. Moonlight shimmered down on her, the wound closing rapidly as her werewolf regeneration kicked in.

White light danced along her skin as her body repaired itself.

She cracked her neck with a grin.

"Not bad, bloodsucker. Looks like you do have claws."

Lilith licked the blood off her hand, eyes glowing.

"And you’re slower than I expected."

They launched at each other again.

From the stands, Zara clenched her fists. Her heart thundered in her chest. The way their powers collided... the raw thrill of battle... it was addictive.

And she wanted more.