Chapter 262: That Legend
When Wen Xi appeared on the teleportation circle in the underground palace, all the eliminated vampires were stunned.
After all, no one looked like Wen Xi, as if she had been sent flying, with deep claw marks and a slap mark on her face. It was a devastating combination of physical and emotional damage. For the always proud Wen Xi, this was the ultimate humiliation, a public display of her defeat. Even the True Ancestors, witnessing her disheveled state, remained silent. But it was clear that no monster of the gray fog could have inflicted such injuries. It had to be another vampire.
The onlookers quickly turned their attention to the leaderboard, where Wofoo’s ranking had surged, and Adele’s had also risen slightly. It was obvious who was responsible. But it was also unbelievable. Two lowly mixed-bloods... even working together, they shouldn’t have been able to defeat a Sequence One elemental vampire like Wen Xi, let alone Adele, a mere Sequence Five. Yet, the impossible had happened.
The True Ancestors’ reactions were... intriguing. They seemed unconcerned by Wofoo’s rise, their attention focused solely on Adele’s progress.
Wofoo and Adele were now in the middle of the rankings. But after some time, they eliminated another vampire who had once bullied Wofoo, their points propelling them into the top thirty. The gray fog, however, had limited their opportunities for further advancement; most vampires were in hiding, waiting for it to dissipate. Adele and Wofoo’s aggressive tactics were a stark contrast to the prevailing caution, a bold strategy that, while risky, was proving surprisingly effective.
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Within the Secret Realm, Adele, unable to resist, reached out and gently stroked Wofoo’s ❀ Nоvеlігht ❀ (Don’t copy, read here) ear. “My poor little wolf,” she murmured.
“W-what...?” Wofoo, startled by the unexpected gesture, blushed, her mind unable to keep pace with Adele’s sudden shift in affection.
Adele didn’t explain, the gentle touch a silent expression of comfort and empathy. She felt a pang of sympathy for Wofoo, imagining the hardships the werewolf hybrid must have endured in Twilight City. It was the only explanation for why almost every vampire they encountered had bullied Wofoo at some point. Of course, the “bullying” was mostly verbal abuse and menial tasks; the low-ranking, mixed-blood Wofoo wasn’t exactly desirable to these high-ranking vampires. Perhaps this was Wofoo’s only consolation. And Adele’s as well. They hadn’t seen the beauty hidden beneath Wofoo’s hood, the strength and grace of her body concealed by her loose clothing.
Wofoo was handsome, her androgynous features and sharp eyes softened by a shy vulnerability, her wolf ears twitching invitingly under Adele’s touch. There was a quiet dignity about her, a wolfish pride that set her apart from the more... subservient vampires.
Wofoo, though confused by Adele’s sudden affection, leaned into the touch, her heart warming under Adele’s gentle caress. It was a novel experience, this feeling of being cared for, of being cherished. Adele’s concern for her, for things Wofoo herself barely noticed, touched her deeply, her eyes welling up with unshed tears. She quickly turned away, pretending to be merely shy.
Adele, withdrawing her hand, the warmth of Wofoo’s soft ear still lingering on her fingertips, felt a sense of... satisfaction. She hadn’t encountered any true beast-eared girls yet, but First Snow and Wofoo were close enough.