The Invincible Full-Moon System Chapter 1841: Divine Rule

"Coming from us...?"

A deep chill surged through Evelyn's veins.

She had to take action somehow. Instincts urged her strongly, yet uncertainty gripped her on the course.

Knowledge of the higher planes eluded her entirely.

"Evelyn," Gistella summoned her focus once more. "I believe we ought to flee this place."

Without delaying another instant amid the intensifying menace in the atmosphere, Evelyn spun around and dashed toward the assembled group. She commanded her troops with haste. "Rise!" "We're departing immediately!"

"Your Majesty," Sintra objected. "You're overreacting. As I assured you, everything's under control."

"Arguing won't help right now," Evelyn shot back firmly. "We're getting out."

Her gaze shifted elsewhere, locking onto Princess Selene's eyes.

A single glance sufficed for Princess Selene to mobilize her own followers into a swift escape. Lingering in this valley spelled disaster. At minimum, they needed to link up with Prince Alaric across the kingdom's territory.

Following her orders, Mavok unleashed a howl and spearheaded the strategic withdrawal.

The rest swiftly joined, forming a thundering herd that quaked the earth fiercely.

Adhara positioned herself on the right with Gistella, as Evelyn and Sintra held the left.

Trailing closely, Princess Selene and her contingent pursued.

Though unaware of Evelyn's exact trigger for the sudden flight, her own doubts lingered. Overhead, the Blood Moon's glow pressed down oppressively, a clear warning to seek shelter.

During the flight, Evelyn surveyed her companions.

Then she spotted a terrifying truth.

’No one's losing control,’ she pondered, a tight dread twisting in her gut, leaving her vulnerable. ’If the Blood Moon ordered Selene to delay, it aimed to slaughter us via a mass frenzy. Yet no one's berserking.

’Has the Lunirich God of the Blood Moon reconsidered?’ She speculated.

Convincing Princess Selene to ally unexpectedly might have shifted things.

Thus, the Lunirich God altering its plans seemed probable.

’But if so, what's its new scheme?’ Evelyn glimpsed the heavens briefly. "How will it strike at us? Taking over a vessel seems probable. Hold on... Could it be Sven?"

The idea halted Evelyn mid-stride.

Memories flooded back of Sven nearby, overwhelmed by excessive moonlight power.

He might now serve as the Blood Moon's vessel.

ROAR—!

All twisted back at the booming, rage-filled bellow echoing across the sky.

Sven's cry it was.

A furious, drum-like rumble that shook souls and chilled bones. Ill omens trailed that sound. This solidified Evelyn's suspicion of Sven turning into the Blood Moon's marionette.

Yet it remained mere conjecture.

Gistella hadn't observed Sven before, so he could be uninvolved.

Suddenly, chaos erupted from the opposite side.

Several werewolves tripped but rose fast to press on. One, however, stayed down. "Gistella?!" Evelyn halted sharply upon seeing Gistella tumble across the terrain as if she'd misstepped badly.

Such a mishap defied logic.

Werewolves, elite among Supernaturals for agility, wouldn't falter so.

Gistella's collapse stemmed not from error.

Some halted, Adhara included, to aid Gistella.

Worry propelled Evelyn across to them. Sintra trailed her.

"Gistella, speak to me!" Adhara jostled her vigorously, receiving silence. Gistella's eyes bulged unnaturally, gaze vacant, chasing phantoms unseen. Her flesh grew cold and damp. Breaths raced. Adhara had never witnessed this. "What's happening?!"

"Is the Blood Moon influencing her?"

"The rest of us resist the Blood Moon, so unlikely."

Witnessing the scene, Evelyn's inner turmoil clenched tighter.

’She's eyeing us all,’ Evelyn discerned while assessing Gistella. Her sight fell to the dark heart thumping visibly beneath the armor, pulsing swifter than ever. ’That second heart never raced like this. Her warning of death among us was literal.’

"What are you waiting for?" Sintra demanded sternly, eyeing the passing forces. "Lift her and move on."

Most glanced but pressed ahead, only Princess Selene and Miriam pausing to observe.

Several Alpha Primes took charge, racing toward the edge.

Though merely a Shaman, Adhara bristled at Sintra's sharpness, yet conceded her point.

Lingering invited peril as the aura grew ever more threatening. Unclear what threat loomed, her instincts screamed escape. She backed Evelyn's call to evacuate.

"Up you go, lean on me," Adhara supported Gistella upright.

But she resisted.

Clutching her head with trembling palms instead, "Something's amiss... Something's amiss..."

Princess Selene summoned her hidden personal pack to secure the surroundings as they tended Gistella. She faced the group. "The Lunirich Gods must be orchestrating this. They're furious with the Silverstar Pack, and this timing suits them ideally.

"Kaiser knew the Royal Black Prince absented this realm." She added somberly.

Allied with Evelyn now, she still felt the sway of doubt.

She'd overlooked the Lunirich Gods' vendetta, yet now joined these heretics.

"What?" Evelyn whipped around, stunned.

Briefly, she doubted her ears, but Princess Selene's expression confirmed it.

"How... How did you learn Rex isn't here?" She demanded in disbelief.

Rex's exit caught even them off guard. Without his notice, they'd remain oblivious. Yet Princess Selene, distant by leagues, possessed that intel.

"As mentioned, the Blood Moon sent me a vision. And He revealed your alpha's absence."

"A God revealed that?"

Evelyn's frame weakened upon hearing this.

Prior to Rex's journey to the Spirit Realm, he'd deployed a clone mirroring his aura perfectly to deter assaults during his void. Evelyn anticipated threats from grudge-holding Supernaturals.

Instead, a deity exploited the gap.

"Lunirich Gods aren't the sole divine entities," Sintra interjected, mocking their naivety. Youthful folly. "Higher planes adhere to laws. They can't act freely in inferior worlds. Otherwise, no such worlds would persist." She addressed the princess. "Kaiser can touch us now, but constraints bind him. Hence, he reached you, Your Highness."

Her eyes moved to Evelyn. "United, we'll endure."

Evelyn and Adhara shared a glance.

Nearly simultaneously, they eyed the quaking Gistella.

A single query haunted them.

’Is she truly exaggerating?’

Among the trio, Gistella stayed the most composed.

Her words soft, demeanor shy. She often soothed others' hysterics.

Her current state rang false.

Deeper issues plagued her, yet none could challenge Sintra lacking divine insight. As resignation dawned—dismissing Gistella's panic as excess—a voice interjected.

"That holds true usually, yet exceptions exist," Miriam advanced.

Sintra's visage soured immediately.

"Rules tether Gods from devastating lower realms, as you noted," Miriam neared Gistella and crouched to examine her. "Enforcement demands overseers. Superior Gods could authorize Lunirich ones for a key act,"

"True, but odds of that near nil," Sintra countered.

Miriam shot a piercing look back. "I merely state your assertion errs. Slim as it is, dire events remain possible—and she holds clues. Plus, that's one scenario. Many others lurk."

Sintra clenched her jaw, holding her retort.

Miriam surpassed her in experience, wisdom, and strength.

"Can you truly uncover her affliction?" Adhara inquired eagerly.

"No guarantees. I'll rule out known factors—unknowns abound." Miriam smiled softly, then clawed her palm open, pressing it to Gistella's forehead. "May we pinpoint the source."

Adhara rose swiftly. "Evelyn, reach out to Rex; see if he can return at once."

"Would that help?" Evelyn replied. "He's in a different realm. Traversing back demands time."

"Just try. He'll manage," Adhara balled her fists, face set with resolve. "He always devises a path for us."

Evelyn agreed and stepped away to connect with Rex.

Her Harmony of Two Souls skill forged a robust bond.

Contacting him proved feasible, as recently achieved.

A member from the Dancing Stripe pack, under Princess Selene's command, arrived panting—one of hers. Noting the Beta's strain, odd for the short span to the frontier. "Breathe first," she instructed. Then scanned rearward. "Where's everyone else?"

"The valley's encircled!" she gasped out. "Encircled!"

"Encircled?" Princess Selene cocked her head puzzled. "By whom?"

She dominated the vicinity fully.

No foe would assail her, commanding all Alpha Primes within vast radii.

"It's Kaiser! The Blood Moon rages at us and shattered the dimension into a blood ocean!"

"What?!"

Per Sintra's prior words, Kaiser lacked power for such feats, even Blood Moon-boosted. An avatar was essential for greater force—sans it, his impact minimal.

Manifesting a blood sea suggested otherwise.

Concurrently, Miriam's eyes widened, and she reeled back, appalled.

She regarded Gistella as a ticking explosive.

"What? What's afflicting her?" Adhara seized her arm, demanding.

"She..." Miriam faltered. Her terror-struck stare fixed on Gistella. "Divine strands course through her!"

"A Demigod?!" Sintra recoiled too. "How's she a Demigod?! Our world hasn't fully awakened!"

Unlike the rest, she grasped the implications precisely.

"Tell us why divine strands in her spell trouble," Adhara ordered. Panic leaked into her voice now, far from the hoped-for calm. "Miriam! Clarify now! We must understand!"

"Godly rules link directly to a realm's inherent divinity," Miriam shook off her daze to elucidate. "Within mortal-only domains, Gods face harsh penalties for meddling. But a Demigod's presence..."

"...eases those bonds," Evelyn finished for her.

At that instant, Miriam eyed Evelyn strangely.

A subtle impulse drove her to probe the other Silverstars.

Reluctantly, she extended a hand to Evelyn's brow, her face draining of color.

"Unbelievable," She swallowed hard. "You... You're laced with divine strands too."