The Invincible Full-Moon System Chapter 1842: Eye of Blood

A short while earlier, Adhara sensed a shift within her.

The alteration wasn't glaring. It resembled more of a subtle intuition that something in her had transformed. Amid his intense fight against the savage werewolves Laykard and Sven, she brushed it aside without much consideration, though the sensation lingered all the same.

Briefly, she suspected it stemmed from Evelyn's inner assistance.

Recently, she'd acquired various powers that appeared from thin air, so she attributed this one to Evelyn as well.

Yet it wasn't from Evelyn.

At this point, Adhara understood it connected to Rex's activities in the Spirit Realm.

Although Rex had a clear goal in entering the Spirit Realm, his resolve to grow more powerful remained unyielding. He must have been advancing swiftly there, and that progress somehow affected those remaining in the Mortal Realm.

'Am I a Demigod as well?' Adhara wondered in astonishment.

"No... No, no, no, no, this is terrible," Miriam stuttered in terror, backing away while gazing at Adhara as if she were a monster. She frantically attempted to organize her ideas to assess the crisis, and with every passing moment, the scenario appeared increasingly dire in her thoughts. "Divinity doesn't follow a straight path. Two Demigods won't just mean twice the divinity of a single one. No. It could multiply to five times or even reach ten times as much."

Her gaze then turned toward Evelyn's position.

Should Gistella and Adhara possess divine threads, it was nearly guaranteed that Evelyn did too.

"And with three Demigods..." Miriam gulped hard.

"How can we comply with the rule?" Princess Selene inquired urgently.

"There's little we can attempt." Miriam shook her head. "The sole method to follow the rule and counter whatever Kaiser intends during this relaxed period is to uproot the very cause loosening it initially."

"You mean..."

"Exactly. We must reduce the count of Demigods."

Princess Selene glanced over at Gistella.

Almost on reflex, Adhara summoned her power, bracing for an assault.

If aligning with the Silverstar Pack led to inevitable doom, that altered the entire dynamic.

Princess Selene would never endanger her own followers.

"Attack, and you'll lose your head," Adhara warned sharply.

Already, she was radiating a portion of the White Omicron’s aura via her bloodline, overwhelming all nearby werewolves except those she spared. An aura potent enough to pierce any werewolf's protections.

A benefit of her Anti-werewolf bloodline.

Even Princess Selene would hesitate before striking at her now.

Simultaneously, Evelyn came back.

"I couldn't get through to him," She shared the grim update. She'd attempted to connect with Rex several times, but no response came from his end. "I don't understand why the link is blocked, but I know a way to strengthen my bond with him. It'll require time and support, though."

In that instant, Evelyn picked up on the thick tension and the odd expressions around her.

"What?" Her eyes sharpened intensely. "What happened while I was gone?"

Adhara started to clarify the matter, but Gistella's cry cut her off.

It was a visceral, agonizing wail originating from her core.

She collapsed onto the earth, clutching her head that appeared to be the epicenter of her agony.

"Hold on tight," Adhara dropped to her knees—and held Gistella close. Her shaking gaze fixed on the dirt as though answers might emerge from intense focus. "There has to be some other solution. There must be a path forward through this..."

Adhara strained her mind desperately.

She'd witnessed Rex conquer endless dire predicaments in the past, always discovering an escape in the end.

Yet without him here, the burden of this hopeless scenario felt even more crushing.

Only now did she grasp the true difficulty of overcoming the insurmountable.

Rex had made it seem effortless, but it wasn't at all.

"What if we draw another God here?" Adhara turned sharply to Miriam. "Would that succeed?"

"Theoretically, if some other God acted at this moment, it would restrict Kaiser's choices, yes," She nodded—affirming its potential. "But putting it into practice is utterly unfeasible. How would we even attract another God to this spot?"

Though Evelyn was clueless about the unfolding events, she swiftly considered Calidora or Flunra.

Either could provide aid in this crisis.

Calidora might call upon the Blood God, whereas Flunra could unsettle the prospective God the Angels planned to harness for power and direct it here. 'I can't connect with Flunra either. This Blood Moon must be cutting us off. But Calidora... perhaps I can contact her.'

Unlike Evelyn, Adhara's attention fixed on Princess Selene.

As the Princess of the Honey Moon.

Should her existence be threatened, the Lunirich Goddess of the Honey Moon would likely intervene too.

That would thwart Kaiser's scheme.

But the opportunity had already slipped away.

Ngiing—!

A sharp agony stabbed through Adhara's head as a shrill tone exploded within her skull like a shrieking alarm.

She gasped in surprise, mouth agape, and her fingers automatically gripped her ear.

'Is this the torment Gistella's enduring?' She pondered inwardly, struggling to withstand the noise as best she could.

Yet the pain proved too intense to conquer.

Adhara buckled to her knees as the piercing ring engulfed her senses.

'Great Luna, what's afflicting them?!' Evelyn cried silently in her thoughts, though her features contorted upon catching the ringing too. It froze her body completely, yet she stayed upright. 'What in the world is this noise?!'

[Your Alpha has surpassed the bounds of mortality. You've been elevated alongside him into a Demigod.]

'What?!' Evelyn drew in a sharp, icy breath. 'Then what causes this sound?'

[Demigod status has tiers. Lower ones let Demigods sense a God’s essence, but the drawback is this... Your psyche gets readily overpowered by their aura. My Alpha is a Demigod too, and he's endured this suffering.]

Sintra rushed over and promptly channeled her moonlight energy to reinforce Evelyn’s mind.

Earlier, she'd urged Evelyn to calm down, viewing her as a naive youth.

Now, she saw herself as the foolish one.

Above everything, Evelyn had to remain on her feet, lest the circumstances deteriorate further.

"Your Highness, what’s our next step?" Miriam sought direction.

They now faced a critical juncture with just two options.

Any delay, and those routes would seal shut forever.

Princess Selene shut her eyes and pondered briefly. Within, the Lunirich Goddess of the Honey Moon spoke to her. Advising her to step back and allow events to unfold. She expressed regret and then reopened her eyes.

The choice had solidified behind them.

"We'll weather the Blood Moon," She declared at last. "Safeguard the Silverstar Pack."

Miriam longed to protest.

But the resolve gleaming in Princess Selene’s eyes made it impossible to voice opposition.

She could only comply.

"It's reminiscent of battling those cursed Ancient Humans once more," Miriam laughed wryly at the daring venture she was joining. Defying a God—that marked a first in her long existence. "Our odds of survival here are slim. Are you certain?"

"Begin the preparations," Princess Selene replied, then bounded toward the cathedral situated half a mile to the left.

Grasping the black lightning rod, she surveyed the positions of the others.

Aooouuu—!

A summons.

Her howl resonated across the whole valley, extending to the forces at the border who awaited orders since they couldn't depart. Regardless of the chaos, her call formed a captivating tune.

It resounded like the melody of the evening itself.

All answered her summons, even the empire’s troops, converging to reorganize.

But that's when it truly commenced.

An oppressive force descended over the realm.

Princess Selene gazed skyward and saw the Blood Moon expanding—its scarlet glow eclipsing the stars as though it had consumed them entirely. For ages untold, it had served as an ally to the werewolves.

A remote, vigilant observer bestowing boundless strength upon them.

This night, however, the Blood Moon turned foe.

At its core, a speck emerged.

Tiny initially, trivial, just a speck of shadow against the blood-red expanse.

Then it expanded.

The entire globe quaked—a profound, ruinous vibration that rippled through earth and rock. The ground cracked beneath. The atmosphere quivered. And throughout the valley, altered beasts lifted their cries in a symphony of shrieks.

A chilling dirge foretelling naught but demise.

Princess Selene's limbs weakened as she observed the shadow's proliferation.

It engulfed the Blood Moon’s face before unfurling with the ominous leisure of expanding illumination.

Yet this wasn't ordinary light.

She beheld the glow morphing into a tilted eye's form. The Blood Moon served as the iris. The void became its pupil. Then, the red radiance extended onward, slashing the heavens like a gash in the firmament.

What once was a complete moon had become something infinitely more horrifying.

An eye. A divine eye, finally awakening, peering down at the mortals as if they were mere bugs.

The moonlight's left extension bled over the star patterns, devouring them utterly. The right extension pursued, shredding the Mortal Realm's shroud until the stars dimmed and vanished in its wake.

The eye swelled to dominate the skyline.

Until no other sight remained but it.

Until Kaiser alone filled the view.

"Dear Origin," Princess Selene steadied herself and prepared for the impending ordeal. "Grant me the power to confront this."

At that moment, the void ripped apart.

Not akin to cloth. Not like skin. But as if existence itself yielded to a superior force. Beyond lay an vista describable only as a sight that wounded the eyes. Landscapes of unfathomable black and red, swirling ink that dizzied upon viewing, abysses beyond quantification.

And as it parted completely, the atmosphere wailed before silence enveloped all.

Every worldly noise fell mute.

Princess Selene could no longer detect her own pulse or respiration.

For from that rift in dimensions, descending from unreachable altitudes, two entities beheld the world after eons. One was a werewolf of colossal form. Its red fur, tangled and glossy with gore, stirred not by breeze but by the spirits of countless billions ensnared in each viscous fiber.

They twisted. They howled. Their cries formed an endless, tortured harmony that clawed at existence.

It rang particularly from the necklace encircling its throat.

All victims of its talons now adorned its boundless supremacy.

And next to it loomed the counterpart.

A being of golden grace adorned with peacock splendor.

Its eyes gleamed amber like honey, yet their luster masked the malice beneath.

A single glance revealed their identities to Princess Selene. She'd learned of these entities from ancestral tales. Whispers of their power—and poise. But now, she confronted these transcendent figures directly.

She stood before Kaiser and Meloriana in their true manifestations.

Gods in physical embodiment.

Princess Selene's frame seized immediately. Merely observing these presences via the fragile barrier between realms inflicted inner wounds. She yearned to avert her gaze, to flee, but her form refused, and her resolve was set.

Survival or perish, it hinged on repelling the Gods.

Kaiser raised a digit and conjured blood that twisted into a orb.

No larger than a tennis ball, he dispatched it languidly toward the Mortal Realm.

Princess Selene clenched her jaw, steeling for counteraction, but upon the orb crossing the dividing veil, it morphed. From tennis-ball dimensions, it ballooned instantly to a five-mile-wide meteor.

"Do we stand any chance at all...?"