The Invincible Full-Moon System Chapter 1834: Indifferent

Werewolf senses for scents are incredibly sharp, bordering on the supernatural.

During the raid on Sky City, a Shade Crawler detected a key individual carrying Dorn's scent and alerted Varya. Linthia then captured this person, fully aware that encounters with the sky folk were far from over.

Rex played no role in that capture.

Upon hearing the details, he felt quite satisfied with her bold actions.

His security was now assured.

Provoking Dorn? It meant nothing to him.

Linthia encircled the nephew's neck from behind, poised to tear it open.

"No, wait!" Dorn advanced a step, then quickly retracted it. "Don’t kill him! I’ll take full responsibility for this mistake in another manner. Keeping him alive will bring you greater gains than ending his life."

Regardless of his plea, Linthia's fingers pressed into the flesh.

Stopping was the last thing on her mind.

At that instant, Rex grasped her arm, indicating she should halt.

Linthia gave him a nod—then pivoted back toward Dorn. "This boy returns to you only after flawless completion of your assignment. Any shortfall means his end. Bear in mind, His Majesty demands nothing short of perfection."

"I will ensure it meets his stan—"

"Once your task concludes, you'll tackle the subsequent penalty for your oversight."

Her tone boomed with dominance, far above her usual volume.

Dorn didn't get a moment to complete his words.

"Collect the souls and bodies of one hundred million voidal pawns, a million voidal knights, one thousand voidal lords, and ten voidal princes," Malvis started to protest, yet Linthia lifted her hand, silencing him before a sound escaped. "Don’t misunderstand—His Majesty shows mercy in pardoning your arrogance for escorting an unwelcome visitor,"

A prolonged silence followed her statement.

Gradually, her face morphed from impassive to fiercely menacing.

"Yet you attempted to strike him with that extinction ray," she continued, her words laced with unmistakable enmity.

Dorn and Malvis, poised to object moments before, swiftly dropped their objections.

Though the Gatekeeper of Light had approved the Sky Judgment to target Rex in Sky City, this held no weight for Rex. In his eyes, the Gatekeepers or sky people were responsible, and accountability was required.

Since they aligned with Rex, the onus fell squarely on them.

"We’ll double the quantity," Dorn declared, momentarily surprising Linthia. "We’ll provide twice as many, provided your troops halt their plunder of this domain and redirect their assault to the beasts in the Black Rift."

Linthia looked to Rex for guidance.

She bent low to catch his murmur, then confronted the Gatekeepers once more.

"Insufficient."

"Are you kidding me?" Malvis chuckled incredulously. "Voidal knights are straightforward. Voidal lords remain fairly manageable. But voidal princes? Twenty in total? That demands clashes with multiple Voidal Monarchs worldwide, and it's still insufficient?"

"Is the uninvited guest addressing me?" Linthia arched an eyebrow.

"No," Dorn shot a cautionary glance—alerting him to the fragility of the negotiation. He turned back to Linthia, pondering additional concessions. "I can further vow to locate Empress Morgana and present her to you for whatever purpose you desire."

Linthia bent toward Rex anew.

She shook her head once more. "Insufficient."

Dorn stood stunned.

His sole plea involved Rex's army halting assaults on the realm's kingdoms and empires. Each served a vital function, designated by the Sky People to contain the Black Rift and its emerging horrors.

Further losses would jeopardize the domain's very endurance.

Yet inexplicably, Rex complicated matters for them.

"I don’t understand," Dorn voiced his bewilderment and doubt. "The empire that offended you lies in ruins. Should nobles regroup and erect a new one, it would differ from the previous. Feel free to raze it anew if desired, and we'll stay out of it. But what offense have the realm's other empires committed to warrant such persistence from you?

"Is it the Sky Cities? I assure you, we'll manage them." He added with confidence. "My only request is that your forces spare this realm's crucial elements. Spirits. If unaware, the Mortal Realm and Spirit Realm were once intertwined more closely."

"Are you certain?" Linthia scoffed at his words. "Are you certain that's your sole demand of him?"

Malvis eyed Dorn's profile with astonishment.

He couldn't dispel the doubt that their secrets had been exposed. Rex was privy to their confidential discussion, or at least Linthia's phrasing suggested awareness of their intent to position him as the Spirit Realm's defender against Chaos.

Dorn shared the identical suspicion.

It stood as the sole rational reason for Rex's resistance.

"Do not overthink it," Linthia's words sliced through their whirling doubts. "We didn’t infiltrate you. His Majesty simply knows. He can detect your selfish ambitions without any utterance. He requires no confession of your desires—he already perceives them fully."

Truthfully, that wasn't accurate.

Rex had gained insight from Princess Davina regarding Chaos's rising activity.

The reality that Dorn, a revered Gatekeeper, displayed remarkable restraint post Rex's assault on Sky City—claiming millions of his kin—led Rex to infer Dorn acknowledged his prowess and potential.

At present, he sought Rex's might by any means.

Even through concessions.

With Chaos ravaging the Spirit Realm via the Black Rift, he refused to squander such talent.

Rex's hunch solidified when Dorn urged directing his forces at the voidal creatures.

"To secure His Majesty's acceptance of this... agreement, include forging a one-way portal to the Mortal Realm," Linthia extended one finger, then another. "Followed by surrendering a Supreme Elder's soul."

"Blasphemy!" Malvis bellowed in raw fury.

The prior proposal irked him mildly, but this overstepped boundaries.

"Do you believe you can just request such demands? You're underestimating us far too greatly!"

"Malvis!"

"No, I refuse to witness our honor crushed like this. Let’s go. We’re leaving—"

Before his words concluded, Rex's deep baritone resounded for the initial time.

His tone shook souls. Deep. A rumble. Ethereal. Capable of muting all in proximity.

"Dorn," He uttered, his ruby gaze then locking onto the second Gatekeeper. "Malvis. No matter your perceived superiority, reconsider your words to me. One more misstep—and this whole realm collapses."

An overwhelming hush gripped the scene.

Dorn and Malvis deemed Rex's threat grandiose, yet they sensed his utter sincerity.

No deception in his declaration. Within his gaze lurked a savage hunger for violence, eager for their error to justify unleashing fresh carnage. It evoked memories of that fateful night for Dorn and Malvis.

The ease with which Rex breached their Sky City. That evening, impossibility seemed absolute to all.

Yet the massacre unfolded regardless.

Rex raised his stiff, massive claws skyward.

He held them aloft, compelling the world to pause in tense anticipation under his will.

Next, his digits flexed, warping the emptiness overhead with a radiant glow.

Ere Dorn and Malvis grasped the occurrence, a silhouette arose from the brilliance, forming into a priestess. Regal, holy, and dazzling. Ethereal drapes flowed like dawn fog, while golden rays embellished her figure elegantly.

She floated midair as her shape firmed, then serenely swept her flowing silken tresses aside.

The Gatekeepers instantly identified her.

High Priestess Alana.

Encounters with her were scarce, given her role as Kei Xun's near mouthpiece.

Yet she materialized at Rex's mere gesture.

"Alana," Rex invoked her name sans glance or fitting titles. A fatal act for most, but Alana appeared undisturbed by the summons. "If I command Kei Xun to shatter this world's flank, would she comply?"

Dorn and Malvis's mouths hung agape.

Addressing Alana familiarly was grave enough, but the Divine Saintess? Pure recklessness.

Moreover—her name was known to scant few. Primarily Gatekeepers and Elders, yet Rex possessed the knowledge too. They anticipated his instant annihilation by solar beam, but silence prevailed.

Rather, Alana inclined her head affirmatively. "She will if you decree it."

The Gatekeepers swallowed heavily.

Annihilating this world's segment would unleash a fourth of its voidal fiends elsewhere. Spirits already struggled; such an event would ensure total downfall.

No necessity to eradicate the globe entirely.

A substantial chunk sufficed, dooming the remainder.

As if merely emphasizing, Rex gestured dismissively, and Alana vanished whence she arrived. A entity of sacred might. Essentially a god's proxy, summoned for a lone query, then dismissed casually.

Unfathomable.

For all their power, Rex commanded deeper ties.

Beyond Kei Xun, another entity aided his Sky City incursion.

Such a reality defied comprehension across their lifetimes.

"Forgive Malvis—and his flare-up. Age wearies his frame, stirring irritability," Dorn emerged from daze and seized command anew. "The one-way portal proves feasible, though the soul demands time."

Dorn hesitated briefly.

Aware the duty rested with him, this concession proved bitter.

"Can you rethink this?" He inquired steadily. Reluctance and sorrow flickered in his molten gaze. "Chaos threatens all. Unity between our realms against Chaos would prove superior. Moreover, this domain shelters billions of souls. Individuals bound by kin, companions, bonds. Do their lives hold no value to you? A kindred being.

"At minimum, ease up on the Supreme Elder soul," He gripped his fists tightly. "That’s exceedingly difficult."

For an instant, Dorn met Rex's stare.

He sought traces of compassion or leniency to sway the outcome.

Yet none surfaced.

No such emotion dwelled in the blazing red orbs, filled solely with rage and primal bloodthirst. Mercy evaded entirely. Rex regarded Dorn through narrowed lids, as if mildly disinterested.

Finally, he opened his mouth to reply.

"Those are your people. Your duty. Not mine."

Rex cocked his head slightly while gazing. Crimson lunar glow washed over his visage.

Half his countenance bathed in light, the other shrouded in darkness.

"Anything outside my own... merits neither my safeguard nor compassion. Strangers claim no debt from me," His statement dropped like a boulder in calm waters. The ensuing waves vividly revealed Rex's stance to Dorn. "One. A thousand. A million. A billion. Numbers of the fallen hold no sway. Their endurance isn't my charge. Their demise brings me no remorse.

"I bear solely what is mine," Rex swept his hand across the domain. "This realm... belongs to you."