114 The Seven Ancestors.



[Elara Dracul's POV]

As I completed my prayer, my gaze lingered on the city below. We had come a long way since the time we started, ever since my mother's passing entrusted the weight of our entire race upon my shoulders. It was a responsibility I accepted willingly.

"I have succeeded," I whispered to myself, a sense of accomplishment filling my being. I was certain that my ancestors would be proud of how far we had come from the origin realm.

The origin realm, the city from which all highborn vampires like myself originated, held great significance in our history. According to the records, it was from there that our ancestors were meant to combat the rogue beings that descended from the highest realm to our origin. Their arrival was the only means by which our seven bloodlines could sustain themselves.

But, as fate would have it, the rogue beings had ceased their descent upon our origin realm. It was not meant to be this way; their presence was vital for our survival, intricately woven into the fabric of our existence.

And so, on that fateful day, a solitary rogue being descended upon our realm. This time, our ancestors approached the being with caution, ready to defend themselves. However, to their surprise, this being was different from what they had encountered before. He introduced himself as a human, and his demeanor suggested a non-hostile intent.

Intrigued by this unexpected encounter, our ancestors confined the human, believing he might be the last of his kind to come. They questioned him relentlessly, seeking answers to their burning inquiries. Astonishingly, the human complied, sharing his knowledge with them.

He revealed that this realm served as a gathering ground for resources and a place to grow stronger. The human had become stronger by battling and defeating entities in other realms before arriving here. This revelation struck fear into the hearts of our ancestors, as they suspected the human's true motive—to kill them and gain even greater power. Although the human displayed immense strength, he withheld his full power because he desired to understand us, just as we yearned to comprehend him.

The human referred to our race as vampires, acknowledging the presence of vampires in his world as well. However, he noted that vampires in his realm were outnumbered and oppressed by other races.

Indeed, the rogue beings were not the sole inhabitants of the highest realm; they coexisted with various other creatures. The human imparted knowledge about his realm and its diverse inhabitants, sharing tales of their struggles and triumphs.

Sadly, our ancestors made a fateful decision. They deemed the human's words to be falsehoods, claiming that we were nothing more than creations of the origin realm, undeserving of existence. This sentiment deeply wounded one of our ancestors, whose feelings were hurt by such a dismissal.

Following this tragic encounter, no other beings came to the origin realm. Our ancestors patiently waited, hoping for another visitor, but none arrived. However, as time passed, the second ancestor made a bold decision. She could no longer bear witness to her kind suffering due to the scarcity of blood. With a resolute determination, she chose to descend from the origin realm, seeking a new path for our race.

Despite their longing to descend from the origin realm, the vampires faced a daunting obstacle—they did not know how to accomplish it. As the human had stated, it would require the annihilation of everyone in the origin realm to proceed to the first lower realm. 

"We couldn't kill our own, can we?" This moral dilemma weighed heavily on their minds.

For several decades, the matter was set aside, and during this time, the scarcity of blood worsened while their numbers continued to grow. The city of origin, once home to only a few tens of vampires, expanded through mating rituals, and the highborn population flourished, thanks to their extended lifespans.

With the increase in population came an increase in knowledge. The vampires delved deeper into understanding and controlling the ethereal energy known as mana, as well as the shadow element they commanded. According to the human, he had never encountered vampires who wielded shadow or dark mana like the vampires of their world.

As the decades passed, the vampires made progress in their development, but they also teetered on the brink of extinction. It was during this time that a studious vampire devised a potential solution—an ancient ceremony. He dedicated years to studying their bodies and discovered a concentrated orb of mana located within their sternums.

The theory was that if the energy contained within this orb could be released all at once, it could break the barrier to the lower realm. However, this method required sacrifices, a prospect that none of the vampires desired. Consequently, the idea was put on hold.

Years went by, and eventually, the vampires found themselves faced with the most agonizing decision of their lifetimes. They had to make the ultimate sacrifice.

In a moment of profound selflessness, the vampires made a collective decision. Recognizing that there were enough highborn bloodlines to carry on their legacy, the seven ancestors chose not to sacrifice the blood of their kin but to sacrifice themselves instead. It was a sacrifice made for the greater purpose of preserving their existence and ensuring a future for their kind.

A skilled vampire with intricate knowledge of the body's energy pathways carefully extracted the concentrated orbs of mana from the sternums of the ancestors.

These orbs, containing vast reservoirs of mana, were stored in specially crafted vessels, symbolizing the essence of the individual vampires and then they were hit with a force and the explosion was enough to blow the giant gate.

Through a solemn ritual, the ancestors laid down their lives, leaving behind a powerful message and a new goal for their descendants. They urged their kin to strive for the highest realm and to attain salvation, a quest that would shape the path of the vampire race. Their sacrifice became a guiding light, an unwavering reminder of the purpose and mission that lay ahead.

As the vampires transcended the barriers of the lower realm, they found themselves immersed in a world teeming with abundant resources, captivating wonders, and vast knowledge waiting to be discovered. This marked the beginning of their journey to unravel the mysteries and potentials of the new realm.

Now, as the one entrusted with the responsibility of guiding their race, I stand at the helm of this prosperous era. I am determined to lead my kind towards the pinnacle of existence, reaching the highest realm during my time of rule. Through my leadership, I will ensure that the name of my bloodline becomes etched in the annals of the seven highborn families, forever remembered for our accomplishments and contributions to the vampire legacy.

"I should make my way to the meeting. It seems that the clan elders have important matters to discuss with me," I mused, casting a final glance at the mesmerizing glow emanating from the illuminated crystals that adorned the rocky ceiling above. The ethereal beauty of the sight lingered in my mind as I turned to leave the chamber, my steps filled with anticipation for the insights and decisions that awaited me in the upcoming gathering.

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