The Invincible Full-Moon System

On the balcony of the Silverstar castle was a figure of elegance epitome.

Breezed by the night's cold air, Evelyn's fiery hair fluttered behind her as she gazed up at the Honey Moon—gleaming brilliantly in the sky like the most beautiful pearl. It brought an effect so serene that she couldn't help but appreciate it.

Had it been any other day, this would've been a perfect night to relax and settle down.

But this night was the complete exception.

Despite the weird occurrence, she saw with the Angels and the pure chaos energy, her mind was not seized by that incident—but by another instead. She knew that this night was a test for the others, a test that was trust on them suddenly.

No matter how much she tried to distract herself, she couldn't take it out of her mind.

Concern and fear made her stand on the balcony in silence.

Evelyn and the others were separated by miles upon miles of land.

However her connection with them as the Luna remained strong, she could directly feel what the others were feeling right now. It was fine earlier, but now she felt the link was drowned in adrenaline and sweat.

It was starting—the battle between them against the opposing Werewolves was starting.

Because of that very reason, she couldn't sit still and desperately needed fresh air.

"All of them are very stubborn, I should've been there," Evelyn sighed, she tried to sway the others to bring her along, so that they would gain the boost from being within her presence but all of them declined. "I know what this challenge meant for all of you, but this..."

Shaking her head, Evelyn could only stare at the Honey Moon and hoped for the best.

Just then, she took out an item from her pocket.

Evelyn took out the moon earrings that she found inside the Dark Elf Kingdom's treasury.

Despite not knowing what they were exactly, and what their worth was, she knew that they were valuable from the fact that five Lunar Bees—latched onto them back then. Lunar Bees are beings that are identical to the Honey Moon.

She knew what the Lunar Bees were used for.

After Prof. K's sudden visit to the castle, he quickly excused himself once again.

Linthia, Giana—and he were tasked to use the Lunar Bees gathered by the forces under the Clarentium Empire and collect their riches. Since the pack itself was busy with several kinds of problems, they were the only ones free to do this task.

From Prof. K's explanation, she knew that the Lunar Bees are attracted to powerful items.

Since these moon earrings attracted five Lunar Bees, they should be really valuable.

"I can't stay like this, I need to help them" Evelyn muttered and turned around.

Entering the castle once again—she stopped at the entrance, before she waved her hand at Valthor within the room with her, "Leave me, and don't let anyone, enter this room. Not even Ryze or Naela"

Upon hearing this, Valthor bowed and exited the room, closing the door behind him.

Following that, Evelyn took a seat on a chair to the side.

It was silence in the castle, but her senses were everywhere—she could feel the others were in the middle of a fight—and that sensation put her on edge. She could feel Adhara's burning desire to uphold her position as the Female Alpha, the iciness of Kyran's heart, the tension of Flunra's muscles, and even the rapid circulation of Gistella's moonlight energy.

All of this shows that they were fighting and this left Evelyn breathless.

Due to these sensations, Evelyn's expression tightened.

Closing her eyes, she began to probe her Luna energy which was less than she remembered, and placed all of her focus on it, "Just like last time, feel it, I can reach them..." She whispered in full focus, recalling the sensation she felt when she stood on the battlefield back then.

Back when they were still against the Fifthborn.

Evelyn remembered that she could use her Luna energy more freely back then.

She could reach everyone and spread her enhancement through all of them.

However, no matter how much she tried, she couldn't feel the feeling she felt back then.

"Do I need a stimulus?" She asked inwardly—biting her lower lip in frustration. "Do I need to be in a near-death situation to feel that again?" Just as she said that, her eyes caught sight of the moon earrings sprinkling out purple dust once again.

Following her instincts, Evelyn put the moon earrings on.

Expecting something to happen, she was soon disappointed as nothing happened.

But it seemed like she spoke too soon as her eyes were suddenly overwhelmed by energy.

It was her Luna energy.

Her entire eyes were glowing violet and her body tensed.

It was hard to put into words what she was feeling—but it was as if something deep within her had been unlocked forcefully. A torrent of Luna energy surged into her mind, not that it was increased in quantity but concentrating all at once.

Every ounce of Luna energy within her was pulled directly into her mind.

Not even a speck of energy was left behind.

Because of the sudden influx of energy, her senses were overwhelmed, the power flooding her mind felt both familiar—and foreign, at the same time. Evelyn knew, that it was her own Luna Energy, yet it was strangely different, almost like it didn't belong to her anymore.

For a moment, her vision went black, and in the darkness, an idea forced its way into her.

As if the idea was drilling into her head to be known.

An idea to achieve what she wanted the most in this current moment.

It only lasted a solid minute, but when she finally regained consciousness, her gaze snapped to the Luna Mark on her hand, glowing faintly—and her eyes widened in a sudden realization—a realization that she overlooked.

Maybe due to the sensations she felt from the others right now, she couldn't think straight.

However, her Luna energy made her think more clearly than before.

"I forgot... I've evolved and there must be something I could do with my new bloodline"

Remembering that—she recalled what she was told about her bloodline—the bloodline of the Purple Regalia Werewolf. She was told that her bloodline was nicknamed parasite, forcing her to make Adhara a host.

Even though it was not clear what that meant, she had a guess in mind.

Knowing how important a Luna to a pack was, she reckoned that Adhara being a host meant that if anything were to happen to her, Adhara would bear the damage. Meaning—if she was somehow killed, Adhara would be the one to die in her stead.

A nickname must come from somewhere and that is Evelyn's best guess.

But even then, she knew that there was more to her bloodline.

During the fight against the Fifthborn, she could feel it, she could feel her bloodline's power.

"I could distribute the power gained from Kyran, to the others I'm connected with, and that has allowed us to survive the Fifthborn's attack back then," Evelyn muttered—and his eyes eventually flashed.

Evelyn quickly closed her eyes again and focused on her Luna mark.

Now with a purpose in mind, she was determined to succeed.

Despite the others not wanting her help, she could help them discreetly through this.

...

Meanwhile, back to the Silverstar pack.

Swoosh!

As expected, danger awaited them the moment they emerged from the narrow passage.

Sprinting on two legs across the open space—the pack's senses flared as countless auras of undoubtedly Werewolves, erupted from their flank. Unseen by the naked eye, but the danger was palpable, these threats were unmistakably felt through their keen senses.

"Do they have no shame? Isn't this too much?" Flunra commented from the side.

If a duel is their aim, this welcoming party wasn't supposed to be this lively.

From the looks of it, they were trying to stop them from reaching the duel grounds instead.

Kyran scoffed in pride, "I could sense fear when it was present"

"Focus," Adhara intervened from the very front—leading the group at the very front. "If I had to guess they are trying to probe our power and see how strong we become so that our real enemies know what to expect. Don't show them anything, don't even turn"

Upon hearing this, the others nodded as her conclusion made sense.

Barely covering half the distance to their destination, their first enemy appeared.

Crash!

A monstrous Werewolf leaped into view on their far right.

Its thick, black fur glistened ominously, failing to conceal the armor-like scales beneath, this was no ordinary Werewolf—it was from the third generation, the elite of the elite—forged, in the furnace of war throughout their whole lives.

Not to mention, its presence was massive.

Undoubtedly, it was an Alpha, an Alpha of terrifying caliber.

Just the sheer power radiating from it was at the very peak of the ninth-rank realm.

An unimaginable force for a mere Alpha.

"An Alpha Prime..." Flunra muttered at the sight of this Werewolf, identifying it instantly.

Catching this new term, the others cast him a questioning look before he clarified, "It was a higher rank of an Alpha, in the Werewolf Kingdom, they have the power of ten or even more Alphas. A true apex weaker only to the royalties"

Upon hearing this, Kyran and Adhara's eyes glistened fiercely.

It seemed both of them had the same thought in mind.

Emerging out of nowhere—the Alpha Prime's predatory eyes, filled with killing intent locked onto the sprinting Silverstar Pack, in the distance. It then flared its chest—planting one foot forward, and with savage fury, it clawed its own chest, tearing into its flesh.

Soon, the powerful beast then roared toward the sky. frёewebnoѵēl.com

A menacing sight of it roaring with the backdrop of the Honey Moon shining from behind.

It unleashed a circular soundwave that exploded outward.

Even though the impact felt more like a fierce breeze than a deadly force, the roar was a call to arms. In response to its roar—dozens, if not hundreds, of Werewolves emerged from right behind, each growling and howling, creating a death requiem that spread and echoed.

All of them were baring their fangs and tongues, savoring the challenge ahead.

ROARR!!

"Here they come..."

Another roar echoed—and the Werewolves charged forward like a tidal wave of darkness, an unstoppable legion of the night that even the light seemed powerless against. It was unclear how many packs has gathered here, but their hostile intent toward the Silverstar Pack was in the clear.

Seeing them coming, Adhara unsheathed her red prudian sword, emanating heat already.

Swoosh!

Violet flames ignited along its blade—casting an eerie glow against the night's darkness.

Following her lead, the others also prepared their weapon of choice, forming a very compact triangle formation through nothing, but telepathy. Gistella was at the center while the others acted as the angles of the triangle.

Not long, the ground beneath them trembled as the enemy horde drew near.

Each of their hearts pounding in unison.

Graah!!

It was then the first Werewolf lunged at them from the side, fangs and claws bared.

But Adhara moved swiftly—her eyes locked onto the creature, and with a precise strike, she impaled it from below through the mouth, silencing its roar. With a powerful thrust, she lifted the Werewolf skyward and unleashed a torrent of flames, reducing it to ashes.

A grim warning to those who dared follow.

"Nobody should get hurt in this initial wave. Show them who the superior Werewolves are!"

From above the open space, Prince Alaric observed.

He observed the Silverstar Pack through an eye forged from pure kingly energy, scrutinizing the battlefield. His gaze narrowed, when he noticed the absence of the Royal Black Prince—no sign of their Alpha anywhere.

Such a sight puzzled him.

It seemed the Silverstar Pack came without their Alpha.

Other than it being reckless, it was also a blatant mockery of the prince towards them.

"Arrogance or cunning...?" He mused inwardly. "I'm excited to find out which one he is"