The Invincible Full-Moon System

Hundreds fell.

Confidence and anger initially, the Werewolves were now drowned in dread and fear.

Blood splattered everywhere the Silverstar Pack's claws went—there was no stopping them, and all who tried were sent instantly to the underworld. For the first time since the very start of the battle, the legion of Werewolves halted their steps.

Despite the desire for vengeance, they were forced to take suppress their predatorial sense.

No longer do these Werewolves assume an all-out brawl.

Aside from the Alpha Primes, the others weren't able to put up a good fight.

Even the royal packs—the pack of the Princes and Princesses were barely able to stand their ground. Regardless of their status, the surge of the White Omicron energy—coupled with the scorching heat from azure ice and weakening runes made it impossible to trade blows.

Doing so would only be seeking instant death.

Overwhelmingly, the tide shifted to the Silverstar Pack, the legions were being pushed back.

However, there was one side that wasn't as bad as the others.

"Finish her off! If she dies the tide of the battle would tilt to us again!" A Werewolf roared.

Upon hearing this, the others began to gallop on four, in a formation, surrounding a figure at the center who was blocking their advancements by summoning numerous blue translucent barriers.

Compared to the others, Gistella was not doing as well.

'Hold it in... I only need to wait until they finish their side...' She pondered weakly.

Bam!

Attacking through a flurry of strikes from multiple directions, a couple of Werewolves gloating at the peak of the ninth-rank realm launched their attacks but Gistella was able to block their advances with her barrier.

She reacted fast yet she was getting slower by the attack.

Not to mention, the slash from the attackers was able to slice halfway through her barriers.

Gistella didn't seem to be in good condition, she was panting unnaturally hard even though it hadn't been that long since the battle started. Additionally, she was barely counterattacking, most of the attackers' mistakes were free—she didn't properly launch her offense.

Her free hand was focused on clutching the center of her chest.

It seemed her chest was in pain, she had been hiding it from the others for days.

Reluctant to give Rex another worry, when he already had his plate full of problems—Gistella hid this pain that emerged from devouring the Passues. She felt bloated, the energy was still stuck inside of her and was hard to digest.

Her black heart was struggling to process the massive amount of energy she obtained.

Even though she thought it would get better with time, it hasn't.

Crash!

Suddenly, a Female Alpha Prime harboring the King Mark of the Violet Moon struck her from behind, shattering her barrier. Gistella looked over her shoulder sharply and saw the Female Alpha Prime raising her claws to strike.

In that very second, Gistella activated her unique ability, the Scale of Fiend.

Boom!

Gistella coughed a mouthful of blood as she was planted into the ground.n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

Her crashing momentum created a small crater.

'I can do it... A little bit more, don't make another problem' She thought with determination.

No matter what Rex said, his expression after she obeyed the Fifthborn and asked the simple but grave question—was never out of Gistella's mind. She was haunted by it knowing full well that what she did surprised Rex greatly.

Gistella had told Adhara and Evelyn about this, the bad mistake she had made.

She even told Flunra as her last attempt, but it didn't help, she was still haunted by it.

Adhara, Evelyn—and Flunra didn't blame her as she had her own task and was undercover so there was no choice. But Gistella blamed herself, and despite their console, and assurance, it was not helping her ease the guilt and pain.

Before she could recover, the Female Alpha Prime and a couple of others leaped at her.

In response, Gistella created two barriers on either of their side.

Clapping her hands together, she controlled the barrier and sandwiched the attackers but as expected, the Female Alpha Prime slipped past the barrier—and reached her, "Kaahgk!!" She used the small silver shield to block the strike, but the claws tore through.

Gistella hissed as the bronze scales covering her body cracked.

Making haste, she tried to create another barrier and push the Female Alpha Prime away.

But the moment she was about to do that, a sharp sting assaulted the inside of her chest.

Kaboom!!

Showing no mercy, the Female Alpha Prime struck Gistella once again.

But this time—it was a solid hit, and her violet kingly energy shot into Gistella's body before forming countless strands. Each strand wrapped around Gistella's body, like a rope, binding her in place.

"Even the Silverstar Pack has its bad seed," the Female Alpha Prime whispered.

Killing Gistella would help the legions to regain their morale.

One kill would show the legions that the Silverstar Pack was not invincible to them.

Just then the Female Alpha Prime raised her gaze before she was suddenly tackled, she was sent crashing to the side and pinned by an elbow. Blinking her eyes—she realized that Flunra had come to the rescue.

Roar!!

Retaliating, the Female Alpha Prime roared at Flunra fiercely.

However, she was then suddenly assaulted by a devastating scorching sensation.

It came from her left shoulder, the place of her Slave Mark.

Upon realizing that her Slave Mark was forcefully activated—branded to her by the Ancient Humans back in the ancient times, she looked at Flunra in shock. Other than the Executors, and a few other Ancient Humans, nobody could activate her Slave Mark.

"How did you...?" She asked, feeling her power was drained rapidly.

Ignoring her question, Flunra marked an ancient rune on her before throwing her upwards.

Squinting his eyes, he activated the rune, causing the Female Alpha Prime to explode.

Boom!

His knowledge over the Ancient Rune was growing—and now he was able to engrave a rune that explodes, the Bomb Rune. Moreover, the research he did to help Rex fight the Executor, the Fifthborn to be exact, helped him learn ways to activate Slave Marks.

Flunra could do it with a simple touch.

Of course, activating the Slave Mark required him to create a sophisticated rune.

A rune that would need time and focus to create.

But that was not a problem for him anymore, the formation on the back of his hand was why.

He called it the Runic Glove—allowing him to store already-made runes and deactivate them, only to be activated, when he wanted. It could only store ten runes at maximum capacity, but that was more than enough.

Keeping his sharp gazes on the Werewolves around them, Flunra knelt down.

He reached his hand to his back and touched Gistella's back.

Despite wanting to kill Cassia, who had been a thorn to him, back in ancient times, he caught Gistella's situation and decided to help. Upon touching Gistella's back, Flunra frowned as her body was cold and also covered in cold sweats.

Probing to her energy pathways, his frown deepened as they were full of energy to the brim.

Mixed among her energy was a foreign energy.

It wasn't moonlight energy and this different energy blocked many pathways as a result.

'Her mutation, from turning into a Werewolf—consists of the black heart, capable of altering the energy she absorbed to a compatible energy. Since she was in this state then her black heart must've been overwhelmed and couldn't alter all the energy she absorbed'

Deducing the reason, Flunra whispered, "Gistella..."

Upon hearing her name being called, Gistella turned to look at him.

She was breathing hard, the blood veins in her eyes were bulging, and tears flowed down.

One look is all it takes to know Gistella is in extreme agony right now.

"Don't rely solely on yourself. Look up, the Honey Moon is there for you to use" He added.

Even though the energy from the Passues was incredibly dense, and powerful, the Honey Moon would be able to soften it and allow for a smooth alteration. Gistella didn't need—to solely rely on her black heart to process the energy.

Gistella steadied her breath, nodding as she remembered the Full Moon's presence.

Because of the pain, she was detached from her surroundings.

She forgot that the Honey Moon was still shining above.

Closing her eyes, she drew upon her internal energy, focusing on the Honey Moon's power.

'If she finished this, she would definitely evolve,' Flunra thought with a nod.

Just as Gistella tapped into this strength, a new threat descended upon them.

Boom!

Flunra looked around him and realized that he was now surrounded by powerful figures.

Coming back for blood—the Female Alpha Prime from earlier—had brought three more Alpha Primes, and also Cassia with her. Flunra's gaze shifted to each of them, his exhale was rough with the weight of the challenge ahead.

He knew he couldn't take them all—these were elite warriors.

Even if Flunra was stronger, their battle spirits would be hard to break completely.

It would take a long time.

Not to mention—their power nearly matched Flunar's own, and they were clearly—avoiding Adhara and Kyran, opting to eliminate Gistella first. Knowing he couldn't protect Gistella on his own, Flunra acted swiftly.

He turned to Gistella, shoving her to the ground.

Before she could protest, his claws pierced her chest forcibly.

Gistella was surprised by this, Flunra tore through her chest without warning, forcing it open to reveal her beating black heart. There was no other choice, she needed to fully—complete her absorption to aid him in the fight.

Flunra could only buy her a few minutes at best.

Rising once more, he then focused back on his enemies, the runes across his body glowing.

Out of three runes decorating his form, the first two were the Strength and Agility runes.

As for the third one, it was an advanced ancient rune called Major Berserker Rune, giving him increased resilience and healing his wounds proportionate to the blood his claws absorbed—one that he prepared exclusively for tonight.

Not hesitating, the Alpha Primes and Cassia launched their attack.

Roar!!

Compared to the previous battle, the difference in strength was obvious—the Alpha Primes and Cassia were faster, and moved in a more synchronized manner. Even though they were hardly a team, their honed instincts made it easy for them to cooperate.

Mercilessly, they overwhelmed Flunra with their numbers, attacking from all sides.

It was a brutal fight, one that drew spurts of blood instantly.

Meanwhile, Gistella lay on the ground, breathing heavily with her black heart exposed.

But due to this, the Honey Moon's light made direct contact with her black heart.

It quickened the absorption process immensely.

Growl!

Graah!

Lesser Werewolves sprang at her, but she summoned a sturdy barrier, infusing it with all the moonlight energy she could muster. All of them clawed at the barrier, but it held, though the deepening scratch marks warned it wouldn't last forever.

Even then, Gistella's black heart could be seen thumping harder, her aura is spiking rapidly!

...

Oblivious to Gistella's plight, Adhara stood before Riona hundreds of meters away.

Riona was still recovering from the fiery serpent's tail whip.

Around them were the bloodied corpses and limbs, the legion was in a chaotic mess.

As Riona raised her gaze, her face darkened—the situation was dire.

She had wanted to face Adhara in a proper fight, but the Anti-Werewolf bloodline, coursing through Adhara was stronger than she had anticipated. Even standing in her presence was agonizing—Adhara's aura seared her like the sun.

It strained her regenerative abilities before the rematch had even begun.

"Now I shall grant you what you want," Adhara said, bending down with both hands—on her kneecaps, looking at Riona, with her blazing eyes. "you said you wanted to fight me for real, right? Then this is your chance, I'm not going to pull back. After all, killing you is tempting to do..."

Upon hearing this, Riona tightened her jaw, staring at Adhara back fearlessly. Continue reading stories on empire

Seeing her still filled with hope, the smile on Adhara's face broadened.

"I'm featless as you said and you are not so me killing the trusted Beta of the Dancing Stripe Pack... now, that's a good start to my reputation," Adhara continued. "I'll be using your name to spread my name so please die for me..."