The World Serpent

The Three Supremes silently stood as the Officials of the Clan of Noir surrounded them. The Officials of the Clan of Noir had a lot of questions. Some were questions about knowledge, and some were questions about philosophy. Fortunately, Statera and Drya were there to protect Persia from all it.  The questions of the Officials were quite simple. They didn't ask for any deeper information other than the surface level, which was a good thing for the Supremes. Such of their questions were mostly about the Realm of Piksyon. Now at the current moment, Drya and Statera were currently answering the questions of the Officials.

"Are there numerous nations in the Realm of Piksyon?"

"Yes, they are... An uncountable number of them. Even with the vast number of nations, we never completely inhabited everything in the Realm of Piksyon. There are still vast undiscovered lands beyond the known lands. In the end, no one would care as we have greater problems than inhabiting strange lands. One of those problems is the War."

Statera answered with a serious voice. The Officials nodded in understanding with an expression of admiration plastered on his face. It appears that he still had questions within his mind, and Statera immediately knew what it was. It was the question about her last word known as War. What was the War in the Realm of Piksyon? That must have been the question within their mind. 

"The War is quite simple. It is known as the Great War. It has happened a dozen times over the past millenniums, and bloodshed was what came after it. The current Great War is better than the last one. Only soldiers have died though there is quite a lot of collateral damage when the invasion army pierces through the defense line." Statera said with a cold voice. She continued her last words, and it resulted in the Officials around her feeling a cold sweat. Though, within their minds. A question plagued.

Were there a lot of nations that could rival the foreign visitors? An Official was about to ask that, and before he could release a single word from his mouth. Drya said with a serious and cold voice. It had a tinge of mockery as if trying to remember the foolishness of those that dared to invade. 

"We are the Great Forest, also known as the Pentagon Union, and many other names. We are at the center of the vast continent that dwelled in the Realm of Piksyon. We are surrounded by four giant continental regions a dozen times bigger than us. But despite being smaller than the neighboring continental regions. Our resources are rich and dense. With jealousy and spite, they have tried to invade us for tens of thousands of years. It makes one wonder why no one had eliminated an entire continental region to avoid future troubles."

It appears that Drya was pissed. It was quite understandable as the southern outskirts of her nation were heavily damaged by the invading forces. The reason why she didn't try to instantly annihilate the invading army was because of her position. She was one of the rare mythical daemons. The moment she made a move. Her every step would be observed, and some might even secretly attack her nation. 

The Nation of Azathoth was rather fortunate as it was a new one. It had a low population density, which made it hard for any spies to get through. It has been a while since the creation of the Nation of Azathoth, and no reports about spies had been received. It was a piece of good news for the Fortress Bastion as no trouble would come. But Drya couldn't do the same to her nation.

The bastards have penetrated deep through the government. She would have to dismantle the government and the nation to capture all of them. That would be too problematic for her. Such a situation was found in every nation in the Great Forest. Despite a long period of peace, the foreign continental regions have been sending spies for the purpose of causing chaos when the time comes. 

If they had captured one of the spies, the others would get notified and hide for a long amount of time. To effectively terminate them was to destroy their entire command structure, which was currently unknown to everyone. Persia's brain would have exploded if she had such problems. She might even get cold and torture those that dared to spy or betray her.

A spy problem is pretty hard to solve. Though, no one had spoken Persia's opinion about the problem. To be honest, every citizen within the Nation of Azathoth had signed a contract with Persia. The moment they dared to betray Persia. She would have their soul burned under a cauldron in front of her throne for eternity. That was how she ruled. She would either get respected or hated and loved or feared.

"Anyhow, amongst the four continental regions. One of them has been decimated, with another one following it." Drya said with a calm and serene voice. Despite having a calm and serene voice echoing through the ears, the Officials couldn't help but feel a chill from their spine and cold sweat dripping from their forehead. 

The information released was for one thing. It was giving desired information to a received desired action. Pretty much, they were feeding information to the Clan of Noir so that they could take action depending on the information they had received. That was how simple it was. Even Zella and the Lord of Noir understood the hidden implication of their information release. 

"Shall we stop now and start our attack? They must be waiting for us to come back. We need to be fast before the foreign continental regions take action. Though, even if they took action. They wouldn't be able to do anything with my Fortress Bastion." A smirk formed on Persia's face. Drya and Statera raised an eyebrow upon noticing Persia's face. That devilish expression was something that uncommonly appeared on Persia's face.

And if it did appear, it would mean that something big would happen. 

"Persia, did you do something?" Statera questioned with a face of suspicion. For some reason, Persia's expression felt like she was thinking of someone falling into her trap. What trap it was, was something Statera would want to know. A trap that could possibly injure a Mythical Daemon? That trap would have to be a legendary treasure.

'Did she do something with the Eternal Sword? But that wouldn't be possible. I did hear that Koldreg and Persia would forge a new sword together. I haven't heard the two of them making contact ever since the Great War started.' Statera had numerous thoughts passing through her mind. 

"Hehehe... It's nothing much. I simply remembered something important and wondered if someone fell to it." Persia released an evil chuckle before explaining why she was acting strange. Even though she explained such reasons, no one understood what she was trying to say. Statera simply facepalmed herself and thought that there was no use in trying to dig information from Persia. 

"Ai, I want to fight the leader of those bastards alone. I hope that no one would try to hunt my prey." Drya said with a serious voice as Persia answered with a smile. "Oi, that bastard's subordinates dared to hurt my daughter. I'll have to punch him before you kill him." Statera also replied to Drya's words. "I have the same thought as Persia. My daughter got hurt because of those bastards. Even though Persia healed her, she would have felt the pain and continue fighting through it."

Now that Persia had thought about it. She never considered the pain her daughter went through. She lost most of her ability to feel pain. She would feel pleasure when fighting, Nothing more, nothing less. But that wasn't the same for her subordinates, loved ones, and her daughter. They feel pain and have to push through it. 

"Thinking about it for a while, I won't be satisfied with a punch. I want to rip his limbs off one by one. That bastard dared to make my daughter feel ruthless pain? He'll have to pay with it with his life and the life of his subordinates. I'll eat all of them and chew them." A pressure was escaping from Persia's body.

Everyone was frozen, not because of the pressure that escaped from Persia's body but of one thought.

'Can a serpent even chew?'

Meanwhile, back to the Clan of Monstre, the Lord of Monstre was looking through the reports from the foreign worlds they had conquered. It has been a while, and the ten generals haven't contacted the Clan of Monstre for a while. He was thinking of sending people to check what happened to the ten generals. After all, he didn't want to continue waiting for radio-silent subordinates. 

'Sooner and later in the future, I will conquer the Realm of Piksyon. The Clan of Monstre will dominate all, and the ancient clans will have to kneel under our presence. We will go beyond the achievements of our ancestors and become undying legends.' The Lord of Monstre thought to himself. He has quite a dream. 

Unfortunately for him, that dream was about to break apart the moment he thought about it. A Monstre appeared in front of him with a serious expression and reported about everything that had happened in the Realm of Piksyon.

"My Lord, the ten generals have fallen, and the gate to the World of Exterreri have opened themselves.. They have discovered our World."