Chapter 276 Spiritual Civil War

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In the vast interior of Strax's spirit world, a surreal space made up of infinite skies and different palaces, the tension was as thick as the stormy clouds swirling above. At the center of this chaos, three different figures were in a fierce verbal confrontation. Ouroboros, the black-scaled dragoness with fiery golden eyes, was literally on fire. Her long hair fluttered like a living mane as her voice rang with anger and obsession. "How dare he?" she roared, her tail slapping against the ground, cracking the ethereal terrain. "These leeches dare to think they can steal what's mine? I'm the one he should be pampering! Not those... VAMPIRES!!!" Tiamat, the golden dragoness with a majestic aura, crossed her arms, her expression of subdued frustration only intensifying her natural authority. "You're so dramatic, Ouroboros," she retorted in a firm but calm voice. "Strax doesn't belong to anyone. He's our contractor, not your private toy." Kallamos, the youngest and smallest of them, was in her human form looking at the scene, sitting on a pile of stones, her wings partially spread in a posture that mixed indifference and youthful irritation. "They're both ridiculous," she grumbled, looking down at her claws while trying not to show how upset she was. "Why do we care about these stupid vampires? They're inferior. He's just joking, like he always does." Ouroboros turned to Kallamos, his fangs glinting in the light of the sparks that danced around her. "Inferiors?! They're stealing his time, you fool! And you still have the nerve to sit there, acting like it's nothing?" "Yes, inferiors," Kallamos retorted, raising his eyes with a mischievous smile. "Have you ever seen any of them conjure starfire? No? Then shut up." "You shut up, you insolent child!" roared Ouroboros, his body growing in size as his anger increased. Despite the difference in power... After Kallamos realized that... Ouroboros can't do anything to her in that world, Kallamos went back to being the proud Dragoa and completely oblivious to others, she simply didn't care about anything else! "Enough of this, you two!" Tiamat intervened, her voice full of command. She stepped forward, returning to her human appearance. "The last thing we need is to fight among ourselves while Strax is out there, working." "Working?!" Ouroboros sneered, laughing uncontrollably. "He's flirting! With all three of them! Did you see the way he looked at that Daniela girl? He let her into his room without resistance. What kind of man is that?" "A man with needs and responsibilities," Tiamat replied dryly, looking directly at Ouroboros. "And we have no right to control that. He's free to make his own decisions, whether they're right or not." Kallamos snorted, standing up. "Seriously, you two are insufferable. He clearly likes the attention, but that doesn't mean he's going to choose either of you. He has me... I mean, us." Ouroboros turned abruptly to Kallamos, his fangs gleaming once more. "Do you think he'll remember you while he's surrounded by those seductive vampires?" Before Kallamos could answer, thunder rumbled above them, interrupting the discussion. All three looked up at the sky as a rift opened in the space above, showing a glimpse of the physical world where Strax was. He was standing in front of the three vampires, a confident smile on his face as he invited them into the room. "He's so... relaxed," Tiamat commented, her expression softening for a moment. "At least he's not in mortal danger this time." Kallamos, who had remained silent until now, scoffed and crossed her arms. "You're all ridiculous. He doesn't belong to anyone. He'll do what he wants, with whoever he wants. We just have to... deal with it." "Oh, Kallamos," Lithara teased, her tone dripping with condescension. "So young and naive. You still don't understand, do you? Here, within him, we can't do anything. We don't even have bodies while he's out there enjoying himself." Tiamat slammed her tail against the ground, the sound reverberating like thunder. "That's enough, Lithara. If you don't want to meet your end when we gain physical forms, I suggest you hold your tongue." Lithara smirked, this time with a hint of cruelty. "We'll see about that, darling. But for now..." She snapped her fingers, and an image formed in the spiritual space—a vision of Strax in his room, thoroughly entertaining the vampires. The three spiritual figures froze, their expressions ranging from shock to irritation. "And you still think he won't lose himself?" Lithara taunted, relishing the chaos. "I think this says it all." In an instant, Ouroboros shifted into her human form, and the next moment, Lithara was lifted by her neck, held in the dragoness's iron grip. "I've had enough of your words," Ouroboros growled, her voice low and filled with fury. "You live on provocation, but you forget you have no contract with him. I am not someone you should toy with." Lithara, despite being suspended in the air, maintained a defiant smile, though it was clear the pressure on her throat was taking its toll. "Ah, Ouroboros," she croaked, her voice raspy but still mocking. "So predictable. Always so violent... but never... truly in control." The words only fueled Ouroboros's fire as she tightened her grip. "Careful, parasite. If I decide to, I can rip you out of here with a single thought." "That's enough!" Tiamat's voice boomed like a thunderclap across the spiritual realm. The golden dragoness stepped forward, positioning herself between the two, her majestic posture radiating authority. "Both of you are behaving like children. Strax needs all of us. Not a civil war within his own soul!" Kallamos, who had been watching from a distance with an expression that hovered between fascination and exasperation, finally decided to step in. "Tiamat is right," she said, stepping closer. "We're here to strengthen him, not to fight each other. It doesn't matter who has control... in the end, it's his choice." Reluctantly, Ouroboros released Lithara, who fell to the ground with a dramatic gasp, rubbing her neck but still maintaining that infuriatingly confident smile. "You're right," Ouroboros admitted, her voice still brimming with anger. "But someone needs to remind this insignificant creature of her place." "My place?" Lithara rose gracefully, adjusting her posture with poise. "My place is beside him, just as much as yours—or anyone else's here. And while you waste time competing with each other, I'll be with him... because, unlike you, I understand that Strax's heart and mind are not driven by strength alone." She smiled, a dangerous glint in her eyes, as though she were declaring war.

Chapter 276 Spiritual Civil War

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