The Invincible Full-Moon System Chapter 1788: The Princess’ Perspective

Decapitate the leader, and while the body might thrash, it loses its ability to wage war.

A group of Alpha Primes cleared a path, activating their Indirect Moon Abilities to surge with sudden speed, shredding the surrounding opposition into gore. Immediately after, their roars signaled the rest of their pack members to follow.

Viewed from above, three Alpha Primes carved a path directly into the heart of the conflict.

Every obstacle in their way was systematically eliminated by their subordinates with lethal precision.

They sprinted forward, their focus locked entirely on the target hovering in the sky.

Once they were within striking distance, their muscular hind legs launched them upward, aiming straight for the empress.

The trio leaped in perfect unison.

Three terrifying silhouettes extended claws saturated with energy toward the soaring empress.

Ending her life would be the ultimate blow to the enemy's spirit, ensuring their total victory in this engagement.

Swoosh—!

Approaching rapidly from the rear was a werewolf with skin reinforced by bronze-armored scales, running through the air itself.

Gistella’s gaze sharpened as she watched the three Alpha Primes closing in on Evelyn.

Instantly, she flooded her palms with mana, manifesting a shimmering barrier directly above the ascending Alphas to intercept them. She would not permit a single strand of Evelyn’s hair to be harmed; of that, she was certain.

Shatter—!

One Alpha Prime, empowered by the Blood Moon King Mark, smashed through the construct.

Possessing the strength of a mid-ninth rank realm, he successfully shattered the barrier Gistella had hastily erected.

Evelyn looked down, startled by the Alpha Prime’s rapid approach.

In a heartbeat, he had reached the space directly beneath her.

"Your demise marks the beginning of our triumph! I will enjoy tearing your body apart piece by piece!"

Just as his crimson claws were about to seize Evelyn’s foot, a hand clamped firmly around the Alpha Prime’s ankle. The unexpected weight killed his momentum, and a flash of agony caused him to snarl and look down.

Someone had intercepted him before he could reach his target.

"You traitor..." the Alpha Prime hissed, his eyes turning crimson with fury and a sense of betrayal.

"No one lays a hand on the empress," Mavok declared, his eyes burning with resolve. The same Blood Moon King Mark glowed upon his forehead, proving they shared the same celestial heritage. "You have chosen the losing side of this war, brother..."

Mavok gave a violent tug.

Gripping the Alpha Prime’s leg with both hands, he twisted his entire frame.

The Alpha Prime was hurled toward the earth like a falling star, hitting the ground with a deafening impact.

A massive shockwave rippled outward as a deep crater formed in the rear lines of the rebel army.

With the immediate threat neutralized, Evelyn and Gistella pressed on, gliding through the air until they touched down on the balcony of a massive cathedral—the suspected location of Princess Selene. In contrast to the chaotic battlefield, this area was eerily still.

Aside from the distant echoes of war, the silence was absolute.

"Coming here was a blunder, Evelyn," Gistella murmured as her feet met the freezing stone floor.

"I... I apologize," Evelyn said, her hands trembling into fists. "I acted out of rage and didn't consider the consequences."

The sight of so many Alpha Primes and werewolves siding with Princess Selene still fueled Evelyn's resentment. While Prince Alaric commanded the majority and held the most influence, it would have been ideal for Princess Selene to support him.

The integration of the Scarlet Banes Kingdom would have been much smoother with both royals united.

Evelyn harbored no desire for this conflict to reach its bloody end.

Though she was ready for war when the Great Army mobilized, she hadn't stopped searching for an alternative.

A way to subdue Princess Selene without wiping out her remaining forces.

No plan had surfaced.

However, Adhara had managed to forge a path toward that ideal outcome.

A single duel to decide the fate of the war.

But just as a peaceful resolution seemed possible, Princess Selene had sabotaged everything.

All for the sake of her hollow pride.

This realization infuriated Evelyn so much that she had temporarily lost her composure, wanting to wrap her fingers around Princess Selene’s throat. She wanted to force her to understand that joining the Clarentium Empire was an advancement, not a defeat.

Rex had the power to help them transcend their current bloodline limits.

To help them evolve beyond their boundaries.

"Since we've arrived, we might as well face her," Evelyn remarked, staring toward the balcony's entrance.

Princess Selene was undoubtedly waiting inside.

"Handle your business, but if things turn violent, please follow my lead," Gistella cautioned, her voice laced with worry. Even combined, their strength might not suffice against the princess. "I will evacuate you the moment the situation turns dire."

"Understood," Evelyn replied with a nod, stepping forward.

She didn't dispute Gistella's assessment.

Gistella was primarily a guardian, not a frontline fighter. Her offensive capabilities were tied to her Undead nature, which paled in comparison to her werewolf attributes. Evelyn was a skilled offensive combatant as an Awakened, but she currently couldn't access her bloodline powers.

Since drawing on Adhara’s strength wasn't an option, she had to rely on her own skills.

Consequently, there was no guarantee she could actually defeat Princess Selene in a direct confrontation.

Walking into the cathedral felt ominous.

The interior was drowning in darkness and silence.

Contrary to its grand facade, the inside was a ruin of debris and shattered furniture.

The two remained on high alert.

Evelyn’s armor and hair began to glow with a violet radiance as she transitioned into her Luna form. Beside her, Gistella’s enchanter abilities hummed, creating a translucent protective shell around them.

Any incoming strike would have to penetrate that shield before reaching them.

They couldn't detect Princess Selene’s scent or aura.

However, searching was unnecessary.

She was standing right in front of them.

Reaching the upper floor's stone railing, Evelyn and Gistella peered down. Below, in the area typically reserved for the altar, Princess Selene sat atop a throne of mangled, mutated animal remains. A beam of crimson moonlight pierced the ruined roof, bathing the top of the bone pile in a bloody glow.

It acted as a natural spotlight for Princess Selene, who sat motionless atop the mound.

Evelyn and Gistella made no effort to mask their presence.

Yet, Princess Selene didn't move.

There was no hostility, no tension indicating an imminent strike.

The two exchanged a glance before dropping down to the ground floor, landing ten meters away from the princess. Evelyn didn't speak immediately; instead, she surveyed the room for any hidden dangers.

'Are there any traps? Can you sense anything?'

[Direct your Luna energy into your nasal passages and visualize the pack.]

'I'm capable of that?'

[Indeed, any Luna can do so provided they have sufficient Luna energy. A Luna's duty is to protect the pack through various means. You have much to master.]

Evelyn looked back at Princess Selene.

Seeing that the princess remained still and showed no signs of attacking, Evelyn closed her eyes and followed the instructions of the entity within her moon earrings. She visualized the Silverstar Pack with total clarity, pushing her Luna energy toward her nose.

A flood of scents hit her senses.

It was overwhelming, as if her sense of smell had been boosted a hundredfold.

[Stay focused. If you detect the smell of ash, then a trap has been laid within this building.]

Evelyn took a deep breath but found no such scent.

The air was clear.

'She wants to negotiate,' Evelyn concluded, watching the silent figure. With no traps or immediate aggression, perhaps the princess was open to dialogue. Maybe she was seeking a reason to yield.

"It isn't too late yet, princess," Evelyn finally spoke, her voice echoing through the hall. "We can still end this pointless war. In case I haven't made it obvious, I have no desire to kill you."

"Perhaps not for me..." Princess Selene whispered in response. "But for you, it is far too late."

"What are you implying?"

"I am saying there is no world where I accept you, your empire, or those turncoats outside."

"I have shown mercy to your soldiers who laid down their arms. Surely that counts for something."

A bitter laugh escaped Princess Selene, causing Gistella to move instinctively in front of Evelyn, bracing for an attack.

"You truly don't understand, do you?" Princess Selene sneered with pure disdain.

"Then explain it to me," Evelyn countered, her brow furrowed as she tried to grasp the root of the princess's defiance. "What exactly are you trying to save? Your kingdom will survive. Your status as the Honey Moon Princess will remain intact. You will be treated with respect. I give you my word. So, what is this really about?"

"This is about the survival of the werewolf legacy," Princess Selene said in a haunting tone, pointing a finger at Evelyn. "The very legacy your Alpha is destroying..."

A low growl rumbled in her throat, emphasizing the deep-seated hatred in her heart.

"The Werewolf Race," Princess Selene began, standing up from her throne of bones. "Is a product of the wilderness." She took her first step down the pile, the dry bones crunching like dead leaves beneath her. "We are primal. Violent. It is our core nature."

"But your Alpha..." Her voice was thick with loathing. "Your Alpha was too proud to embrace what we truly are outside of the hunt."

She took another step down as the temperature in the room seemed to drop.

"Your Alpha polluted our holy bloodline with human filth." Her words grew sharper, like venomous needles. "He bestowed the gift of shifting and toughened skin upon you and other humans. He gave a human the spirit of the wild and called you a werewolf... robbing true werewolves of their very identity."

Princess Selene reached the middle of the mound, her eyes glowing fiercely under the red moon.

"Your Alpha defiled our sacred lands." Her voice rose, booming against the stone walls. "The ground where millions of our forefathers bled, where our young learned our ways—where our Elders returned to the dust, and where our Great Luna sacrificed herself for us! He treated it like common dirt. Like trash."

By now, her entire frame was trembling.

A single tear fell from her eye, a physical manifestation of her grief.

Evelyn’s expression turned grim.

She had been listening closely, but she hadn't expected such a visceral, direct accusation.

The final steps were taken in a heavy, rage-filled silence.

"Your Alpha abandoned our Gods," she whispered, the sound more chilling than any shout. "The Lunirich Gods, who guided our survival in the Ancient Era and gave us our strength. He turned away from them. He turned us into enemies in the eyes of the very creators who protected us."

Princess Selene finally reached the stone floor and stopped.

She stood straight, her calm demeanor barely masking an ocean of wrath.

"Now, tell me... Evelyn," Princess Selene said, using her name like an insult. Her glowing eyes narrowed to slits. "Knowing all this, knowing what the final outcome will be, what would you do if you were me?"

Evelyn clenched her teeth.

The question left her speechless.

Even Gistella could tell that Evelyn was under immense pressure.

"Would you bow—knowing that your surrender meant the end of the werewolf identity, only to be replaced by your Hybrid breed?" Princess Selene tilted her head, her voice cold and logical. "Or would you stand, fight, and perish? At least in death, you remain what you were born to be."