The Invincible Full-Moon System Chapter 1848: Blood Vendetta

"You beast!" Evelyn bellowed.

Reason fled from her thoughts as she boldly rushed toward the eerie Godling.

Yet an arm blocked her path, preventing such a foolish act.

Both Princess Selene and the Great Luna cautioned her against any hasty actions, given the perilous and critical circumstances. A single misstep could mean instant death. Without Rex's usual protection, no one could shield her now.

Staying composed and seeking escape routes was the wisest course.

Still, their pleas fell on deaf ears for Evelyn.

Despite her deep loathing for Calidora and the offspring in that cunning vampire's womb, both played vital roles in Rex's existence. They could anchor him to reality. Losing them would shatter him completely.

’He’s endured too much already...’ Tears welled in Evelyn’s eyes. ’Enough... No more suffering!’

Evelyn persisted in her attempts to lunge forward, but Princess Selene fortunately restrained her.

The Great Luna chose to bypass Evelyn and speak directly to Princess Selene.

[Restore her senses. Strike her if necessary. She must create an exit immediately.]

Princess Selene seldom heard her mother sound so urgent, laced with unmistakable worry.

"I’ll give it a shot!" Princess Selene struck Evelyn across the face.

Yet the blow only fueled her wildness further. Anguish had fully consumed her mind.

Meanwhile, the eerie Godling paid no heed to the mortals' disputes.

He gazed upward at the blood moon and locked eyes with Kaiser, seeking direction.

Kaiser responded with a resolute nod.

The moment had arrived.

"Indeed, our encounter draws to a close," the eerie Godling whispered.

Princess Selene turned her head briefly—while gripping Evelyn tightly. Regret flickered across her features. Witnessing the dire outcome, she now wished she hadn't joined Evelyn, especially with destruction so imminent.

Holding on a bit longer might have placed her among the victors.

"Have no fear," the eerie Godling assured, shaking his head. "With the troublesome Silverstar Pack eliminated, someone must guide the werewolves. As I mentioned, your life belongs to us. We desire no extinction for your kind. Take this as a stern lesson for the future."

Silence blanketed the surroundings.

Internally, Princess Selene weighed her options, and she admitted a wave of relief surged within her.

Though she ultimately allied with the Silverstar Pack, she had resisted the longest. Unlike Prince Alaric's quick capitulation, she stood firm. And as the eerie Godling suggested, the Lunirich Gods required the werewolves' survival.

Thus, her defiance was forgiven.

"Eliminate them," the eerie Godling’s words pierced Princess Selene’s ears.

She blinked, refocusing on him, her eyes flaring with surprise.

"Prove your loyalty," he continued, his elongated index finger directing toward Evelyn, then Gistella, and finally Adhara. "For us to proceed, the Silverstar Pack must end. Extract their hearts for them to consume, and present their remains to the Scarlet Garland."

At his order, a jolt of lightning raced through Princess Selene’s veins.

Her blood surged in response to the eerie Godling’s directive.

This reaction confirmed the eternal bondage of werewolves to the Lunirich Gods.

Bam—!

A forceful blast hit Evelyn like a compressed air projectile, hurling her across the terrain as she slid harshly against the earth.

This created the opening Princess Selene required to act.

"Proceed," the eerie Godling pressed. "Refuse not to perish alongside them."

Princess Selene fixed her gaze on him, then downward. In this instant, opportunity lay open before her—a straightforward path to survival, demanding only that she grasp it. ’Survival means I can reverse the tide. I still might...’

Her inner thought trailed off unfinished.

For some reason, she couldn't complete it.

Blood showered upon her, soaking her fur and filling the air with its metallic tang.

Bodies sprawled everywhere, some emitting groans of agony.

Seeking direction, Princess Selene turned to Miriam, who already watched her intently. The Shaman's expression had shifted. The usual respect had vanished, replaced by a glimmer of expectant uncertainty.

’What does she anticipate from me?’ Princess Selene pondered silently.

Glancing the other way, she encountered Adhara’s stare.

Adhara’s eyes gleamed entirely white, brimming with savage fury. She fought to rise upright.

The encircling Godlings regarded Princess Selene with unified disdain.

Their scorn made sense after her earlier alliance with the Silverstar Pack. Yet even without that, they’d likely scorn her anyway, viewing her as just another insignificant mortal.

These reflections stirred conflicting emotions within her.

[Though the Origin forged an alliance with the Lunirich Gods, he rejected total submission. You must do the same. These entities aren’t true werewolves. They merely masquerade as such. The Silverstar Pack consists of genuine werewolves and humans. That distinction changes everything.]

"Decide now, princess of mortals."

Princess Selene balled her fists tightly amid the pressing voices of the Great Luna and the eerie Godling. Logic urged her to embrace the Lunirich Gods' offer and reclaim werewolf leadership. Yet her instincts rebelled.

Previously, she had chosen to yield and trust in the Clarentium Empire's ideals.

That choice was her own.

Backtracking now filled her with self-disgust, complicating her resolve.

’My heart pulls me one way, yet victory against the Lunirich Gods seems impossible...’ Her jaw tightened as she wavered between gut feeling and logic. ’If only a hint appeared. Some signal of even a slim possibility, then perhaps I—’

Princess Selene halted abruptly.

A detail among the Godlings drew her notice.

A body. Actually, several remained prone on the ground.

While most forms had reverted to normal—since these Godlings couldn't be permanently slain—others lay motionless. Some failed to revive. Certain ones stayed deceased. Contrary to the eerie Godling's assertion, a few had met true death.

’Those... They’re the ones slain by Adhara and Gistella!’

Princess Selene’s eyes expanded in sudden insight.

Kaiser had enabled this incursion into the Mortal Realm because the Silverstar Pack's Demigod status eroded the barriers preventing Gods from targeting inferiors directly. Yet this also positioned the Silverstar Pack as a potential danger to divine beings.

Capable of injuring the Lunirich Gods.

With her choice firming up, the event unfolded.

An entity breached the domain.

Rumble—!

All heads whipped toward a spot about a hundred meters back, where Sven lay restrained. The atmosphere quaked fiercely—under the weight of an immense presence. One potent enough to captivate even Kaiser and Meloriana.

Kaiser’s demeanor remained unchanged, but creases formed on Meloriana’s brow.

She scowled.

An occurrence in the Mortal Realm had actually caused a Goddess to scowl.

At last, a deafening rupture echoed.

A hand ending in obsidian-steel talons burst forth. Its keen edge tore the sealed dimension into a vertical gash, followed by the second hand that aided in prying the fissure broader—creating a maw wide enough for horrors to emerge.

A fiendish, savage visage emerged from the emptiness, baring fangs in fury and bloodlust.

Though the rift mangled flesh and skeleton in its passage, the fiend pressed onward undeterred.

Solely its essence crossed over.

The ravaged, crumbling physical form dropped aside as sanguine deluge tainted the soul's pristine glow, transforming the core of awareness into a spectral form of crimson fury—and wrath. Its muzzle lifted skyward, aimed at the blood moon.

Ruby lunar rays bathed Rex’s features as he threw his head back and unleashed a howl.

"KAISER!!"

That cry carried force surpassing any mortal's grasp.

A potency that pierced even the skeletons of deities.

The entire realm fractured, and countless Godlings exploded into bloody vapor, meeting eternal demise without defense. The eerie Godling barely withstood the ensuing violet shockwave.

For an instant, Miriam and Sintra gaped in astonishment at the arriving beast.

Soon, they recognized its form mirrored theirs.

A werewolf.

Only then did comprehension dawn: this beast was the notorious werewolf.

The Prime Hybrid. The Emerging Luminary of the Fresh Age. The Alpha of the Silverstar Pack.

Rex Silverstar.

Princess Selene’s expression slackened in wonder and a hint of remorse. She had deemed her despair rational. It wasn't. Fear had crushed her thoughts, dulling her judgment until folly took hold.

Now she grasped it, beholding the fiend force itself into being.

With the Royal Black Prince present, hope endured eternally.

"You’ve struck at me endlessly. You’ve targeted my possessions repeatedly," Rex’s gaze, wild and rage-veiled, bored into Kaiser’s icy stare. "Now, experience the assault yourself."

For the first time, Kaiser’s features flickered.

He inferred Rex’s intent and deemed it implausible.

Yet Rex’s expression indicated full feasibility.

"I proclaim a blood vendetta upon you." Rex announced—with a grin savoring the instant. "I shall unleash bloodshed and ruin upon you now."

Rex shifted his focus downward to the weakened figures scattered from the conflicts, then to the eerie Godling nearby. His eyes sharpened, and the eerie Godling instinctively vaulted aside, detecting peril.

He reared his head once more.

This time, however, a howl burst from his throat rather than a bellow.

The Silverstar Howl.

In a flash, vitality surged from within the Silverstars.

Adhara leaped to her feet with a throat-deep snarl. Gistella stirred alertly nearby. Across the chasm, Evelyn ascended gradually, purposefully. Yet they all shook off their stupors simultaneously and spotted Rex.

In his stare, a spark of recognition flickered.

The ravaged landscape testified to their newfound might.

Rex felt delighted surprise, as their prowess surpassed his projections.

Nevertheless, their ordeals persisted.

All observed that Rex remained confined to the Spirit Realm. His corporeal form had been obliterated just from venturing into this plane, leaving merely his spirit. Some force restrained him, and the source was evident.

That said, he wouldn't cease his efforts.

Rex surveyed the trio before extending his arm outward.

Glowing lunar essence cloaked Evelyn and Gistella. Before response was possible, they vanished, transported away. Adhara alone stayed, and their eyes met briefly longer.

A grin spread across Adhara’s lips.

’Got it. I’ll handle this.’ Her mental message conveyed.

Rex inclined his head affirmatively, yet bestowed upon her a boon.

<Notice: the user is granting the Echo of Night Spirits to the Female Alpha>

With a tilt of his skull, two entities emerged from the rift Rex maintained.

Amanir and Devo appeared, their auras and shapes elevated beyond ordinary. Enhanced. More potent.

"Aid her," Rex commanded them gravely. "Ensure her survival."

Boom—!

Abruptly, the blood moon unleashed a lunar ray streaking at light’s velocity. It slammed into Rex, propelling him back into the Spirit Realm, instantly sealing the dimensional breach he had torn.