The Invincible Full-Moon System

Observing the situation from the darkness, Flunra was on the verge of breaking the Werewolf that attacked Adhara apart. He found it hard to believe, that someone would dare to strike an important figure from the Silverstar Pack.

If a Werewolf really dared like this, he must've been sent here by the other princes.

Rex was the Royal Black Prince.

Even in the past, the other princes would collude with each other, pausing their war for glory and power to take down the Royal Black Prince first, who has the potential to be equal, if not higher than even the Origin.

At least, that was what Flunra initially thought.

However, from their conversation, it doesn't seem to be the case.

The Werewolf bore direct animosity to the Alpha, Rex, he came here out of his own volition.

Naturally, this confuses Flunra but he was quick to realize Adhara was acting.

She was playing along with the Werewolf's flow, putting on an act that she was weak and the Werewolf was overpowering her rather easily. Flunra knew how strong Adhara was, and even if she couldn't win against the Werewolf, she wouldn't go down that easily.

From Flunra's perspective, the fight earlier was nothing sort of an embarrassment.

But now, his suspicion was confirmed, Adhara was only acting.

"I don't think there was any need for making any reason to wage war against the Werewolves—as far as we're concerned—they were still hostile towards us and would strike when we are weak" Flunra replied, his brows furrowed in confusion.

Upon hearing this, Adhara shrugged, "I'm sure you'll understand after this,"

Raising both of her hands, signaling Flunra to come close, she continued, "I was planning to put myself, where the guards could see me—but since you are here, come carry me back to the castle. Go through the main street, let the people watch"

Not even needing her to elaborate further, Flunra's eyes widened.

He now realized what Rex was doing with this.

As soon as he realized—Flunra went over and lifted Adhara in a princess style with blood still oozing out of her wounds, drizzling down to his arms, before dropping to the ground. Turning to the city's direction, he stood rooted on his spot.

Finding that Flunra was not moving at all, Adhara glanced over at him in confusion.

She found him staring blankly at the ground, his eyes lost in thought.

It was clear that something was distracting him, occupying his mind, and causing him to stop like this. Pondering briefly while inspecting Flunra's face—Adhara realized what it was, it was written plainly across his face.

Adhara leaned back, turning her face away to hide an inward smile.

'I didn't think Flunra was capable of being like this,' She thought, not expecting this at all.

Normally—Flunra was always reserved, and composed, able to remain calm in every situation and even provide solutions. Reading him was very hard because of that, even though Adhara was able to see through people's emotions.

But he was still a living being, and there were things he couldn't hide.

Swish...

At this moment, Flunra's usual gray emotional aura, turned into a deep blue color, and Adhara could deduce from that color what Flunra was thinking right now, 'He would regret not saying what was inside his mind to me right now, especially when the moment was right'

"Go on, tell me what you want to say," Adhara suddenly said, pulling Flunra's attention.

Upon hearing this, Flunra stuttered, not knowing what to say.

Seeing that he was still undecided, hesitating to say what was inside his mind, Adhara firmed to be blatant and forced him to talk, "It's about Evelyn, right? I know—there's no need for you to hide it from me"

Landed right on the spot, Flunra gulped as Adhara read him like an open book.

Not even waiting for Flunra to start, she continued.

"If you're wondering how Evelyn is doing right now don't worry about it—she will recover, she came from a noble family so she's strong," Adhara said assuringly. "But if you ask me, what is her stance on you right now, she definitely hates you"

Flunra smiled acutely when he heard this.

He knew what he did was unforgivable, even time might not heal the inflicted wounds fully.

It was natural for Evelyn to hate him for what he had done.

Even so, he still had to ask, "Gaining her forgiveness... it's impossible for me, is it?"

"Nothing I do would change anything, right?" He added.

"Is that really important for you right now? I guess even someone who lived for thousands of years, you couldn't know, everything," Adhara replied chuckling, shaking her head. "She may forgive you, and she may not, but that doesn't matter. Forgiving you, is her choice, but being a good person and apologizing to her is your choice"

Listening to this, Flunra's eyes slightly widened before his mouth forced out weak chuckles.

Despite living for so long, he had no expertise in this kind of matter.

Flunra had never felt something like this when he betrayed other Lunas in the past but it was different this time, seeing Evelyn breaking down felt like a hot blade piercing his heart. It was painful and also foreign at the same time.

He couldn't take back the past, but he could act upon the present moment.

Stealing a glance at Adhara, he then asked, "And you...?"

Upon hearing this question, Adhara paused for a good moment to feel what she felt towards Flunra at this moment, and her feelings were unmistakable, "Just like Evelyn, I hate you. I can not believe you sided with Calidora, and let her catch us by surprise, like that. Had we known what she was plotting—at the very least we would not have been caught off guard and been humiliated like that"

Despite maintaining a monotone, the emotions behind those words were powerful.

Her eyes were flickering with flames and even her fangs elongated without her realizing.

It was blatant to see that she meant what she said.

Expecting such an answer, Flunra could only sigh as he couldn't help himself.

It has been engraved in his mind as the tradition of the guardians to not be involved in any kind of struggle or setback that the princes or princesses might need for their growth, and that includes the changes of their Lunas.

Back in the Werewolf world, a Luna being replaced by another meant she was not destined.

From the start, she was not destined to be the Luna.

Many perceived the Alpha, has the hardest responsibilities in a Werewolf pack, and that was right but the other positions should not be undermined. The Luna of a royal pack must be as strong physically and mentally, cunning, ruthless, and an overall great leader.

She has to think about the Alpha's needs and provide support.

She has to think of the pack's well-being and train Omegas to help her achieve harmony.

On top of that, she also still needs to maintain her position as the Luna.

Being a Luna is not only for show but a sacred and high position within the Werewolf pack.

Throughout the thousands of years of Flunra's life, he had seen Luna being betrayed, killed, and humiliated, in the worst way possible, and no matter how close he was or how much he wanted to help, he had never acted.

It was his duty to keep his gaze straight and not intervene.

Guilt was surfacing inside, but with time, he was able to move on and forget the fallen Lunas.

However, the guilt and pain he felt from betraying Evelyn only grew with time.

Unable to respond to Adhara's words, Flunra stayed silent, knowing he should have expected Adhara to feel the same as Evelyn. But then, his eyes widened when he heard the words that came out of Adhara's mouth after, dispersing the negatives inside of him.

"But I don't blame you..." She said whisperingly.

Flunra turned to look at her in surprise, he was not expecting her to say that at all.

He thought that she would curse at him and vent, but that was not the case.

Looking over in the city's direction—Adhara smiled acutely, "My father was from the military, and his mind was boxed, by what he had experienced—the horrors, and the emotions he felt during his service, they changed him. He treated me as if I'm a soldier, not her daughter, and even now he was still telling me to ask Rex to obliterate the Supernaturals that killed Mother"

"I tried to persuade him, but it didn't affect him at all" She added, sighing to herself.

Flunra listened to this attentively.

Conversing to a deep level like this, he never had it with the others, this was his first time.

"My father knows that his obsession was not right—I could see in his eyes that he was trying to change but he couldn't," Adhara added, recalling his father's expression, when she tried to make him understand. "My father is only a fifth-four years old man and changing was already that hard for him so I bet it would be even harder for you"

Adhara reached out and held Flunra's shoulder, "Because of that, I don't blame you..."

"I would probably do the same if I'm in your position," He added.

Staring into Adhara's eyes, Flunra could see her sincerity through her eyes. He could tell that she was mad but she didn't blame him for doing what he did. In response, he gulped harshly, his throat suddenly dry, and averted his gaze without saying a word.

Looking at this, Adhara smiled, knowing Flunra was overwhelmed with emotions.

Keeping silent for a moment, she then intervened.

"I hope with this, you now know what to do," She said, but then she quickly added. "However, if you don't mind, can you bring me back to the castle now? I don't know if you forgot, but I'm still bleeding really bad"

Upon hearing this, Flunra's eyes widened and quickly looked back.

As expected, he saw that Adhara's skin was already extremely pale from the loss of blood.

She was smiling weakly as the conversation dragged long without them realizing.

It had been minutes since Flunra carried her in his arms.

Not wasting a single second, he darted away, heading to Dargena City's main entrance.

He was going to carry Adhara by foot through the main street to reach the castle.

...

Meanwhile, countless miles from Dargena City, on a different continent entirely.

On it stood a holy chamber made entirely of light.

A celestial sanctuary appeared to be made to float beyond the clouds, watching mortals from a high vantage view—crafted from a combination of white, and gold with a floor, as translucent as the clearest water.

Kneeling at the center with his hands clasped together, praying was a figure.

Behind him were eight majestic wings, the highest possible honor an Angel could achieve.

He was adorned in heavenly armor and focused solely on his prayer.

Beside the figure was a statue of a beautiful seated Angel, playing a harp, and suddenly, the statue's eyes glowed with a radiant light, before an astral voice echoed, "Stop this madness, you can still return to the path of righteousness, you can still undo all of this. The Great Light—our Divine Origin, would not wish for you to walk this dark road..."

Upon hearing this, the figure at the center opened his golden glowing eyes.

Jewels from the highest point of Heaven.

"Are you lecturing me of the Great Light?" the figure muttered, in disbelief—his tone, dripping with the arrogance within him. "I was there when he made the Great Light. At that moment, a sacred and holy moment, he whispered to me... to be good we need to be strong, to be good we need to protect, to be good we need the light"

As he said that, the figure turned towards the statue slowly.

He then rose to his feet, ending his prayer short, "But he was naive, idealistic, incompetent..."

Striding towards the statue—his footsteps echoed throughout the empty chamber, gazing at the statue directly in its eyes, "His way was of the past, he didn't know the full equation. And now, we know, I... know... thus the new way was born, my way, and now I whisper,"

Rumble...

Out of nowhere, the entire place began to shake lightly, responding to the brewing storm.

"To be strong you need to suffer, to protect you need sacrifice," He said, his tone, becoming deeper and stronger with each word. "to be the light you need darkness, the only way to be good is to surrender yourself to madness..."