ZAREK

That's what we call the original inhabitants of these lands—simple creatures with no powers, no superhuman strength, no long fangs or sharp claws, no magic.

Yet, they possessed something that all the races coveted.

They gave birth to pure descendants of the species—vampires, sorcerers, lycans.

They were like blank books where the genes to expand the races could be written, without the need to breed within families or with other supernatural species.

In the end, all of us originated from an Elemental.

"VIKTOR!" I roared, unable to believe that the man who had spoken with me countless times about protecting these endangered beings was now committing such an atrocity.

"Y-Your Highness Zarek, what... what are you doing here?" he turned around, shocked, pulling out of the woman who collapsed almost lifeless onto the chair.

"So this is why you asked me for these secluded lands?" I started laughing, void of any humor.

The entire hall fell silent, with only ragged breathing and muffled