Beyond the Bloodline-Chapter 133: A Memory of Yore I

The night of February 3rd was a devastating one for the Elves and Dragons of Zotov’s Jopia continent.

Not only was the lone transcendent present brutally murdered by two ’unknown’ assailants, but these assailants went on to kill thousands of other Elves and dragons before finally destroying some of the EREs placed on the continent.

Naturally, as with an ERE’s destruction, spacetime was broken down as a gravitational singularity formed, and everything within range was sucked into it.

Surprisingly, the black hole disappeared pretty quickly but this was not a cause for celebration as the damage had already been done.

Dragon General Tasir immediately set off from Bliteon and headed straight to Jopia the moment he heard about the Destruction of the EREs.

However, he could never have expected that a duo of Half-Elves was eagerly awaiting his departure.

The moment the dragon had traversed half the distance, he sensed an earth-shaking surge of magic power coming from behind him.

Turning around, he bore witness to what could only be described as a ’Law Energy Nuclear Weapons’ detonation in the centre of Bliteon, and the ensuing blast which killed Three Transcendent Dragons!

The entirety of Central Bliteon was destroyed, and all that was left now was a giant gaping hole spanning tens of thousands of kilometres in diameter in the middle of the continent.

Tasir was fuming with rage at these attacks that happened right under his nose, but what he did not know was that these two attacks were orchestrated by the same group of people.

A duo of Hybrids.

And as of the morning of February 4th, just where was this duo?

"You know...this world has some beautiful sceneries too."

"Indeed. The sand is nice to lay on and the ocean waves are nice to listen to."

From those two lines, one could easily guess their location.

After orchestrating the deaths of tens of thousands of Dragons, Elves, and giants, as well as killing four Transcendents, Jamie Westley and Miranda Scott, were relaxing at a beach.

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The location was on a beach in Ladoa, one of the continents that was still under the control of Ikerth’s Dragon Army.

However, the beach was empty—or rather, completely deserted.

Due to the attacks on Bliteon, and then Jopia, the Dragon Army had their territories under a state of emergency.

No one was allowed to enter or leave cities or settlements on the continent.

This caused the beach to be empty, perfect for Miranda as she didn’t want to deal with any other people.

She just wanted to be alone with Jamie.

Miranda was on a reclining beach chair, dressed in a simple light purple bikini patterned with white flowers, plus a light white wrap of fabric.

It was large enough for her to wrap around both her waist and chest.

As for Jamie, he was just wearing shorts—or trunks, more accurately.

The two were relaxing under the clear blue sky, the sun radiating brilliant light while an ocean breeze swirled around them.

The sand on the beach sparkled brightly against the clear seawater and seaweed swayed in waves next to the marvellous schools of fish.

"It’s fun to run around and hunt but relaxing like this is nice sometimes as well."

"Wow...I think you’re the only one who can call that massacre of last night a hunt."

Jamie just chuckled lightly in response to Miranda’s words, before sipping his drink a bit. He then got up and wriggled his way in between Miranda’s legs, sitting there and resting his head in between her breasts.

"World’s best pillow."

"I’d smack you if you say something stupid."

Though Miranda said that, she didn’t actually do so and instead combed her hand through Jamie’s hair, enjoying the silky sensation on her fingers.

Laying on Miranda’s body and having her stroke his hair like this made Jamie feel a bit sleepy. He didn’t show it but he was still exhausted from yesterday’s activities, and the lulling power of Miranda’s caress was working at 200% effectiveness.

He felt his eyes start to drift close as he basked in her warmth and soon, he was sinking into a deep slumber.

Along with that slumber, he sunk into his sea of memories, about a long time ago when a similar scene played out.

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Class 2 Restricted Area

Cassarean

Werewolf Continent Lupinora

Estea

Unknown Day

??? Million Years Ago

Right outside a forest exuding a fearsome magic power, there was a grassy plain that seemed to stretch out infinitely and there sat two teenagers, watching as the sun fell below the horizon.

One of them was a girl with purple silver hair and purple eyes. Her long hair was not tied up, with some strands playfully curling at the tips as they framed her face.

She wore a simple plain brown T-shirt and a pair of black shorts with similarly coloured boots. The shirt was quite loose, enough to hide her jealousy-inducing curves.

In the space between her legs, sat a boy with silver hair, his head rested on her stomach as she ran her fingers through it.

His eyes were closed and he appeared to be asleep but he was as awake and alert as could be. Like the girl he was lying with, he sported a simple T-shirt and shorts, with combat boots that had a small dagger strapped to them.

Both of them would have appeared to any onlooker as two normal beautiful beautiful-looking teenagers if one ignored the wolf ears peeking from the tops of their heads.

This clear defining feature was enough for any Estean to figure out their lineage, and seeing their faces, any learned Estean would instantly know their identities.

The firstborn son and lastborn daughter of two of the most powerful Werewolf families in the entire galaxy.

Jamie Franklin Westley and Miranda Violet Scott.

It was common knowledge that these two were close to each other, and their closeness would make one think that they had been close since they were toddlers, but this was not the case.

The two had only met each other when they were ten years old, and this fateful day marked the fifth anniversary of their meeting.

They had become quick friends, complimenting each other’s personalities in both good and bad ways.

It was a rare occurrence for one of them to be seen without the other being nearby, to the point where some people in their Clans started saying it was a sign of bad luck to not see both of them near each other.

Jamie was a thrill seeker while Miranda was his stopper who held him back and prevented him from going overboard.

Unfortunately, Jamie’s mischievousness was contagious and after spending 5 years with him, Miranda had been infected, leading to her sometimes not being able to do her job of stopping him.

This often ended up with them getting into trouble with their parents.

The Westley and Scott Werewolves were rivals, and these two were born when this rivalry was at its peak.

People had intended for them to carry the rivalry to the next generation, and in fact, their first meeting was arranged with this intention in mind. They were both highly competitive and everyone believed that they would try to outdo one another when they saw how outstanding they both were.

However, no one predicted that the two would become enamoured with each other and go in the complete opposite direction from what their Clan Elders had predicted.

It was something that the Clan Heads at the time, Jamie and Miranda’s fathers, never expected, but they still welcomed it.

After all, the rivalry between Clans was something they had instigated.

The original goal was to spur the younger generations to get stronger, giving them people to aspire to surpass.

However, over the centuries, the rivalry had been turning into hatred and that went against their original plan.

They needed to do something to crush this budding hatred and show that the Clans were not enemies with one another, and as if by divine intervention, Jamie and Miranda’s meeting happened.

The children of both Clan Heads being close to one another was a perfect solution to their problem.

This solution, however, did come with a few headaches.

As Jamie and Miranda were both relaxing on the plains, they were suddenly enveloped in powerful spatial power which transported over a distance of a thousand kilometres in an instant.

The two of them were completely unable to resist the teleportation, but they were not worried or scared as they knew exactly who was behind it.

"You two...Again?"

"Yep. Us Again."

Jamie opened his eyes and got up to his feet, stretching a bit before pulling Miranda up and helping her dust her clothes.

Watching them, were two adult men who simultaneously sighed and facepalmed.

On the left stood a man with silver hair and piercing blue eyes, his rugged visage adorned with a perfectly groomed stubble, adding to his air of ruggedness.

He was the Head of the Westley Werewolf Clan, Robert.