Lucy Wickshire 200 Chapter Twenty-Two 21

Drums sounded.

One could see heavily coated nuns drumming away in an icy arena. A central circular ice plain with tall ice pillars, held up nuns drumming away on ma.s.sive drums. The Ligrel and Ostie clan were the first of ancients to arrive, each arriving in a flash of light. One look and one could tell who they were; their slit eyes, pale skin and slender form aside, their flowing soft cotton robes with wide length sleeves, was a big give away. Their hair, black and silky long, fluttering with the icy wind; it was a sight to behold.

The rest of the ancients followed; the Vigron looked regal in their heavy silk, while the Bloom Thraile isle stepped out of thin air into the ice arena in dark fur. Looking from one end to the other, one could recognise their dark skin and spongy hair pulled, into complicated weaves by hair pins and combs made from human bones. These features, coupled with their dark fur attire, made the clan of women look like ladies from h.e.l.l. They made their way to the stands with their younger generation representatives and took their seats in the section bearing their clan crest.

The drums changed beat, signalling the arrival of the clans from Other side. The Flutti looked completely regal in their elaborate silks and pasty skin. The Lantanier and Lancier clans looked wild in their strong polished leather, plaited back hair and many tattoos climbing up their bronze skin from their leather collars, unto their necks and faces; their skin glistening so much under the little sunlight, one would think that they were standing back in their arid lands during the heat quarter, being baked by the sun. The Avrid looked slender and scholarly, bearing the same features as the Ligrel clan; from their physical features to their wide length sleeves.

With the arrival of other independent powers, all the powers of Thriegor now sat in one place; tension could be tasted in the cold air. All leaders and chiefs arrived with their representative, who were young geniuses from their clans partic.i.p.ating in the battle.

The drums changed beat, calling the attention of all to the new arrivals. Of course, a gathering of this magnitude would be incomplete without the appearance of Thraines.

Lady Xier and Linna were first to step out of their portals unto the icy grounds. Everyone was so curious about the Thraines, the lively arena quieted. The two came with a small entourage, but no partic.i.p.ant; making one wonder if the Thraines had any interest in the battles at all.

Lusa and Kyla stepped out just after. This was the first time anyone had seen this many Thraines; the tension had reached another level.

The grand empress dowager of Khul and Vion stepped out after them, causing excitement to ring through the arena. So many Thraines, how will they interact with each other? Do they interact with each other? Matriarch Lilac finally made her appearance; she was standing on the highest platform, watching the Thraines that had arrived approach her. The Thraines did not even bother to nod at each other, making their way to join Matriarch Lilac on the platform. They had taken their seats before Lucy arrived. She walked out of a portal with Walter, Helen and Professor Lorgh, as her only entourage. The Ligrel clan froze in their seats at the sight of Helen walking behind Lady Wicks.h.i.+re. Protector Klienn trained his eyes on the person whose arm Helen was holding.

"What is Helen doing here?" the Ligrel clan chief asked.

"That person beside her must be Lord Steinhouse" Protector Klienn sighed and the Ligrel clan head frowned. Though Lady Wicks.h.i.+re's position was quite far, all that sat in the arena were martial artist who could see afar with ease. The Ligrel clan head could feel the sneer from other ancients; they all knew that Helen was abandoned by them and were happy to see this outcome. Helen was a person Lady Wicks.h.i.+re now took to such things. A person like Lady Wicks.h.i.+re was a backing every power wanted. Now, their clan had lost such an opportunity. They felt as though they had been poured a bucket of mud.