The Invincible Full-Moon System Chapter 1785: Not Unfair

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Every specific full moon was embodied by a single royal werewolf.

This individual would inherit a temperament and power that served as a mirror to the true nature of that particular moon.

Such has been the tradition since the dawn of time.

Regarding the Blood Moon Prince, bloodlust is an inseparable shadow—a trait that remains impossible to suppress, regardless of his level of self-discipline. When such a prince possesses an inherently aggressive spirit, the outcome is as transparent as mountain water.

He becomes not only a lethal threat to his companions but a significant burden to many.

Carrying that level of fury and hostility surely drove his desire for combat and slaughter far beyond the norm.

Due to these natural characteristics, the Night’s Triarchy was established.

This was an elite circle of royal protectors mandated to safeguard him and prevent chaos during his volatile episodes.

The group is comprised of a Shaman and two monsters specialized in close-quarters combat.

The Origin hand-picked every single guardian.

Aside from the standard guardians who traveled with the Blood Moon Prince, this specific unit existed solely to intervene when the prince lost himself to madness. To those in the know, they were recognized as the prince's true protectors.

After all, the standard detail only acted during external threats.

For those selected for this elite squad—tasked with containing and managing the Blood Moon Prince at all times—their prowess and talents had to be legendary. It was a position that claimed many lives, frequently within the first year of service.

Holding this post for thousands of years while others perished early was a testament to immense power.

Their levels of durability and raw strength were nearly beyond comprehension.

Observing the reactions of the werewolves within the Great Army who recognized this unit, Evelyn realized she was facing a top-tier adversary, much like Flunra. Laynkard was the type of werewolf who would leave anyone dead if they dared to underestimate him.

Even so, her faith in Adhara remained unshaken.

The girl had undergone a massive transformation.

Evelyn could sense that Adhara had grown even more potent in this very moment.

It wasn't necessarily a rise in rank, but her aura had become as sharp and formidable as a honed blade.

Her battle with Sven had clearly provided her with deep insights.

"Let’s spare these people, shall we?" Adhara said, straightening her posture.

Her voice was light, yet it resonated across the hushed war zone, reaching every ear on both sides of the line.

"Slaughter is never our goal," she went on, her glowing white eyes fixed on Laynkard with a steady, unwavering gaze. "The empress has no wish for a massacre. Neither do I. Let’s settle this cleanly. Just you and me."

"Hah!" Laynkard barked a laugh of pure excitement, his glinting eyes stretching wide.

It was a bold, frontal challenge.

A single glance told Adhara that Laynkard was cut from a different cloth than other werewolves.

His aura felt lethally precise, yet his pulse hadn't even accelerated during their initial exchange—a clear indication that his power might rival that of Princess Selene. If that were true, he was undoubtedly the second most powerful among them, trailing only Sven.

Such unnatural calm is the hallmark of the truly strong.

Adhara stood as the mightiest in the Great Army.

And there was little doubt that Laynkard was the pinnacle of the opposing side.

It was the ideal confrontation to decide the winner.

"I have encountered many youths like you. Young wolves who believe the entire world fits in their palm, thinking they only need to close their grip to own it," Laynkard remarked, his eyes drifting upward as if searching through ancient memories.

Then his gaze snapped back down, piercing and focused.

"But very few live through the experience. Passion lacking a goal is merely a fire that consumes the one who carries it," he continued, lifting his fist as if hoisting the weight of the world. "True power is found in knowing when to let the flames roar... and when to bank the coals."

Laynkard’s mouth twisted into a smirk. "Are you certain this isn't the moment to bank your fire?"

It was a blunt, binary question.

The reply should have been a simple yes or no, but Adhara lowered her head in deep thought.

The weight of the question seemed to press heavily upon her.

"My Alpha..." she whispered, staring into her own palms. "I have spent my life trying to reach his side. When he turned into a werewolf, I followed. When he grieved over his power, I grieved because I couldn't help him. When he pushed himself to train, I did the same. From the second we met until now, I have done everything to catch up to him."

"Do you think I proposed this just to find a grave?"

"Do you think my youth means I haven't already asked myself that very question?"

"I already have the answer, Laynkard," Adhara said, tightening her grip as violet flames swirled around her in a cyclone. "I called for this duel not just to prevent a bloodbath, but because I know I can strike you down before your princess's very eyes."

A roar of thunderous laughter burst from Laynkard.

His laughter boomed, his heart unexpectedly pounding harder at the sound of Adhara’s resolve.

Despite the countless youngsters he had seen, he had never met one quite like her.

"What a powerful enemy you have called forth, princess!" Laynkard shouted over his shoulder, looking toward a figure observing from the balcony of a distant, massive cathedral. "Forget the ancient era. Legends and geniuses are nothing. She will shatter the warriors of our time!"

Laynkard continued to cackle wildly.

He was genuinely thrilled to encounter such a potent werewolf, feeling it was almost a pity to end her life now.

Adhara glanced back, seeking the approval of the one leading the empire.

'Are you certain about this, Adhara?' Evelyn’s voice entered her mind.

Valkis had spoken in a whisper before, but Adhara could hear the concern clearly now.

She wasn't facing a common soldier, but the absolute elite.

This was likely a first-generation survivor who had endured the harshest trials of his time.

'You’re making your feelings obvious, Evelyn,' Adhara replied with a faint, forced smile, her frame vibrating from the intensity of the moment. 'You wish to avoid killing these werewolves, and I get that. Let me help you make that a reality.'

'You’re doing this solely for my sake...?' Evelyn’s expression tightened. 'If that’s the case, you don’t—'

'I am the Female Alpha. Even though I dislike you being the empress or the luna—and as much as I hate to admit it—this role fits me,' Adhara interrupted. 'I have always wanted to stand equal to Rex. This is how I do it.'

'You can’t stand beside him if you’re dead. Caraptaros is ready to save you, but Laynkard is a first-generation wolf. Even Flunra, who was just a soldier, knows ancient secrets. Imagine what Laynkard is capable of,' Evelyn hesitated, her reluctance to let Adhara fight growing. 'He might actually be able to kill you permanently.'

'Humanity couldn't kill him. The Rastrikan Demons failed. The Executor failed. Even the Witch of Chaos and a God couldn't do it,' Adhara’s voice shook as she spoke. 'I might not match his raw power yet, but I can match his spirit. Taking Laynkard’s life... that’s where I begin.'

Evelyn looked down, processing the gravity of the choice.

No matter Adhara's arguments, this felt like a reckless path.

Suddenly, a hand took hers.

Gistella had sensed the nature of their silent exchange.

"If this is what Adhara wants, let her proceed. Even if the worst happens, the fault is not yours," she said, squeezing Evelyn’s hand to offer support. "Besides, remember that she is an Anti-Werewolf. This is the battle she was born to win."

Gistella turned her gaze toward the figure on the balcony.

Princess Selene.

"Observe her," she whispered, nodding toward the princess. "She is already hesitant. She might not even take the bait. If she declines the challenge now, you will have broken her before a single strike is made. Her army’s spirit will crumble."

'Let me do this, Evelyn,' Adhara urged, her mental voice persuasive. 'I promise... I will bring you his head.'

Under the combined pressure, Evelyn finally relented.

She couldn't say no when both of them were pushing so hard.

Though the final call was hers, she had been guided to this answer.

"Princess Selene!" Evelyn’s voice cut through the air as she stared up at the rebel leader. "What is your response? Let us avoid a massacre and decide this with a duel. Your finest, against mine..."

Princess Selene seemed to recoil slightly, as if the words had physical impact.

To the surprise of everyone, she stayed silent.

Even her own soldiers looked back at her, awaiting her command.

"The Scarlet Banes Kingdom is already part of the Clarentium Empire," Evelyn declared firmly. "I didn't come for an execution, but to settle a rebellion on my soil. Accept this, and if you win, I promise you can keep half the kingdom."

Silence followed.

Just as Gistella predicted, Princess Selene was visibly shaken by their presence.

Given that her forces had suffered repeated defeats, her hesitation was understandable.

"I’ll take you on as well..." Adhara said, pointing toward another werewolf in the ranks.

This one also had the elongated limbs of Laynkard, but its fur was brown with a faint rusty tint. Patches of ice covered its forearms, marking it as a descendant of the Ice and Snow Full Moon.

Most disturbing were the eight eyes around its neck.

Six smaller eyes flanked two large main ones, providing a panoramic view.

Adhara recognized this as another member of the Night’s Triarchy.

Valkis had mentioned three members; this had to be the second.

Laynkard remained silent at the suggestion.

He took no offense, recognizing that Adhara knew exactly what she was doing. He respected her resolve.

"Two against one!" Evelyn shouted, her expression darkening as she gave in to Adhara’s plan. "Is the Silverstar Pack really that terrifying to you?"

Growl—!

The rebel army reacted instantly, baring teeth and snarling.

They couldn't stand the implication that their princess was afraid; the insult fueled their rage.

Behind Evelyn, the Great Army erupted in protest—a wall of shouts and clashing steel. Many yelled that they were ready to charge the entire enemy force. They declared that dying in a fair fight was better than watching Adhara endure such an unfair match alone.

Evelyn raised a hand, demanding silence.

She understood their perspective, but this was Adhara’s request.

It was a path to a more peaceful resolution than total war.

"Very well," Princess Selene finally spoke. "Do not break your promise, empress..."

"A pleasure to meet you," the other werewolf said, stepping out. "I am Olarim, and choosing me was your final mistake."

Swoosh—!

Without waiting for the typical pre-battle posturing, Adhara lunged.

She didn't bother with introductions.

Sensing the killing intent, Laynkard and Olarim pounced to meet her head-on.

Laynkard reached her first.

He noted Adhara’s low center of gravity and threw a wide, sweeping claw strike.

A mere opening move.

Seeing the potential in this young-blood’s words, he wanted to test the quality of her combat style. Only then would he decide to get serious or end it instantly.

Adhara didn't flinch at the direct clash; she dove inside the arc of his swing with total confidence, evading the first blow. Her fluidity showed a level of strength and grit that brought a smile to his face.

Laynkard’s claws scraped against her dense, white fur.

Sparks flew as if his talons had hit solid iron.

He was knocked aside, stumbling several steps as he lost his footing.

When he spun back around, his eyes went wide in shock.

Olarim’s head had been ripped clean from his neck and was flying right past Laynkard’s field of vision.