The Invincible Full-Moon System

Chapter 1790: Uniting Two Halves

Races fought against each other in a brutal turf-war and for resources in the Era of Might.

It was a charnel-trench everywhere.

And places that are inhabitable, safe from the monsters roaming the land, are scarce.

Vampires have finished their metamorphosis through their Blood God, gaining the ability to manipulate blood and use harvest power from drinking it. Demons and Angels were busy fighting, and the reaching helping hand of the Angels was occupied by the Elves and Shapeshifters.

Werewolves are alone.

Obtaining the safe-haven of Inklaus barely a year ago helped a quarter of their population to survive the winter. Its trees have thick branches and leaves, keeping the heat inside and the cold outside. Harmless animals lived in abundance.

Something about Inklaus prevented beings that aren’t animalistic and too strong to enter.

Hope.

Inklaus is the only safe-haven other than Axaralinkan, the main nest of the werewolves.

At the time, the werewolves thought Inklaus was going to be their second permanent nest.

Even the Origin allowed himself believe this could be the werewolves’ second genesis—a true foothold in this harsh world. Once their metamorphosis was complete—and the moon’s strength flowed freely through them, expansion would be inevitable.

He even oversees the settlement of his people personally in Inklaus and also brought the Great Luna.

A gesture that showed his confidence in this new nest.

For now, this is enough.

Enough to sustain the population for another ten to twenty years, until their power matured.

Danger lurked close by.

Meat-devouring Demons—had been stalking them from the shadows, addicted to the immense vitality contained inside a werewolf’s flesh and blood. Small ball-shaped creatures—with a maw as big as their own bodies.

Furred limbs, claws, and fangs capable of injecting venomous demonic energy into the flesh.

They surrounded Inklaus, and through a demonic spell, the Archdemon of Sloth tore open the protection, and its lesser kin swarmed the werewolves inside. What followed wasn’t a battle—but a brutal harvest, slaughtering werewolves and eating them like cattle.

The small, skittering demons moved too fast for heavy claws to rend.

Even when an attack did connect, hacking a demon to pieces, its death was another form of catastrophe.

The corpse dissolved into a thick, acrid puff of smoke.

A final, toxic breath that burned the lungs, melted the skin into edible liquid, and seared the eyes.

None of the werewolves stood a chance.

All of them were forced—into a messy and frantic escape, commanded by the Origin to prioritize their lives by any means necessary. Others ran, but the Origin and a few of his Betas fought back the Demons, securing the escape path.

And soon, the Origin also retreated.

Reaching safety wasn’t a problem, but one of his very trusted Betas died along the way.

Sacrificing himself at the critical moment.

Sorrow, anger, and outright despise were the only things the Origin felt upon reaching safety.

Nearly half the werewolves died in the massacre. The rest clung to life only by the savage, raw force of their regeneration. The Origin felt nothing but a single, cold purpose: revenge. Kill. The Archdemon of Sloth was powerful, but he could kill it.

He would kill it.

If he really tried, he could avenge those who fall.

Each one of the werewolves knew the meaning behind the twisted expression the Origin was making.

A promise for blood.

An eye for an eye.

Nobody would be able to stop him once he started his rampage.

Only the strong will survive, and the Origin will show the Demons that they are strong.

It was then that the Great Luna stepped in.

She stopped the Origin from going on a rampage using her words alone.

Even though the other werewolves believe that the anger inside the Origin has reached the limit already, and the only way he could calm down was to vent it through violence, the Great Luna proved them all wrong.

Her presence washed through his mind, a cool, milky tide that banked the fire of his fury.

It didn’t extinguish the fire, but made it purer, allowing the Origin to think clearly despite the anger.

Attacking the Archdemon of Sloth now was not a good idea, but a reckless one.

He might survive and even win against the Archdemon, he might, but the others who would follow him to battle, the loyal werewolves, would die. They already lost too many. The Demons would pay for this tenfold, but not right now.

To the werewolves’ astonishment, the Origin, eyes still burning with banked embers of wrath, turned to face them, away from the enemies, and commanded them to return to their main nest. The battle was lost today, but in the future, he promised triumph.

Letting the anger simmer was the right move.

In the future, the werewolves would repay what the demons did.

But regardless, that moment was replayed back in Princess Selene’s mind.

She hadn’t been there when it happened, but the Massacre of Inkalus was known by all werewolves. It was remembered not for the lives lost that day, but because the Great Luna showed the importance of a Luna.

It was the day the Great Luna proved that her true power was not in the claw.

But in the calm that stays it.

Not to undermine anger, but to help the Alphas channel their anger at the right moment.

Hearing Evelyn mention that the massacre caught her completely off guard.

Someone like her shouldn’t know about that.

However, the dangling earrings that were hidden by the silvery hue of Evelyn’s long hair answered it.

”Great Luna...?” Princess Selene whispered in shock. ”M-Mother...”

”Yes,” Evelyn nodded. ”I’m chosen by the Great Luna, by your mother, as her successor. These earrings contained the consciousness of the Great Luna, and she whispered to me—that you might’ve forgotten the important lesson during that massacre.”

Princess Selene shifted uncomfortably where she was.

She wasn’t expecting the Great Luna to be watching this.

Just remembering what she said earlier, about how she’d claimed Evelyn’s promises of convincing Rex were impossible, meant she was undermining the Great Luna. It wasn’t only doubt, but blasphemy. And that made her uncomfortable, part of guilt, but more than that, it was shame.

Shame that the Great Luna, her own mother, has to witness that.

”I apologize on behalf of the Alpha for the wrongs he has done to the Scarlet Banes Kingdom, how he undermines your race with his presence,” Evelyn raised her hand, signaling for Gistella to stop—when she was about to refute. ”But you have to understand—you and your kingdom aren’t entirely innocent in this.”

Evelyn stepped forward again.

Her moon earrings glowed with a violent light, jingling softly with every step.

Each tiny, crystalline clink seemed to chip away at the hard stone encasing Princess Selene’s heart.

Being in the Great Luna’s presence and also knowing that Evelyn was the one chosen to be the successor changed everything about the situation. She couldn’t refute Evelyn’s promises. She couldn’t even avoid acknowledging Evelyn as a real werewolf.

Only those who are worthy and special could awaken the consciousness of the Great Luna.

Had any other use the earrings, the result wouldn’t be the same as when Evelyn wore them.

No guarantee that the Great Luna would make her presence known.

So, the fact that Evelyn could activate the earrings meant what she said was the truth.

”It’s a regret that things reached this point, but you—and I can start anew,” Evelyn continued, climbing the mound of bones and stopping before Princess Selene. ”Let’s start over from scratch. Both of us can make the future better.”

Evelyn reached out her hand for a handshake.

At this moment, her reaching hand also bears the weight of what the future would look like.

It’s hard to achieve a brighter future alone.

But together, it’s certainly easier.

Princess Selene looked down at her hand, and then at her face, and then at the moon earrings.

Her own hand trembled in hesitation, but eventually, she accepted Evelyn’s hand.

The Silverstar Pack had come in secrecy from the Alpha to this land for conquest, to mend the fractured halves of the Scarlet Banes Kingdom after the battle against the royals. The outcome had far surpassed their boldest hopes.

Through Evelyn’s persistence, the battle was won not with rivers of blood, but with conviction—sheer, unbridled conviction she held as the Luna.

More than anything, she had held fast to Rex’s vision—a world united under a single banner. And now, that faith had borne fruit. With the aid of a few, she had secured the kingdom. She united the two halves back into one.

The quiet enormity of the victory would stagger even Rex when he returned without a doubt.

’I did it...’

Evelyn allowed the thought to settle, and with it came a smile, genuine and unreserved.

She shook Princess Selene’s hand welcomingly.

’I truly did it...’

Rumble—!

Just then, the ground quaked.

Evelyn and Princess Selene stumbled, stomping hard to avoid slipping down from the mound.

Not even needing to exchange a word anymore, the three of them leaped back to the top floor and went to the balcony. Ahead, the battle was still raging on, more brutal than a few minutes ago, especially with the arrival of Sven as a third party who attacked everyone.

”You have to tell your army to stop,” Princess Selene said. ”I’ll tell mine to stop, too.”

”I already did,” Evelyn answered. ”I already told my Female Alpha that we’ve come to an agreement.”

Princess Selene nodded as she also contacted her Alpha Primes.

Contact Kuruk, to be exact, who was the commander of her forces.

”What about Sven...?” Gistella asked, watching Sven slaughtering anyone who got close to him without any restraint. Each swipe killed multiple people, and with his speed and agility, the right flank of the battle was already cleared out by him. ”We need to stop him somehow.”

”And Sven?” Gistella’s voice was tight as she watched Sven move—a whirlwind of slaughter and blood on the right flank. Every swipe carved through multiple bodies, and each step shattered the ground and reconstructed the battlefield into a land of jagged rocks.

His speed and agility already cleared the battlefield.

”We have to stop him somehow,” She added in concern. ”We need to work together.”

”Princess Selene, can you also tell your Alpha Primes to cooperate?” Evelyn asked urgently.

But she found Princess Selene’s mind seemed to be somewhere else.

She was looking into the distance, away from the battlefield.

”Princess Selene...?” Evelyn called again.

”Hmm?” Princess Selene finally turned—then recalled what Evelyn said. ”I’ll tell my Alpha Primes to cooperate. The Female Alpha—and Kuruk should lead them to restrain Sven. It would take at least that much to restrain him.”

”I agree,” Evelyn nodded, but she wanted to know whatwas seizing Princess Selene’s mind. ”Is there any other thing that I should know?”

Princess Selene hesitated, but eventually decided to come clean.

”I told Miriam, the Shaman from the Night’s Triarchy, to prepare a trap for you. It’s a wide-scale spell that would put all of us to sleep,” She explained, clearly concerned.

”Put us to sleep...? Why?”

”I saw a vision in my dream. The Blood Moon would help us fight you when it arrived.”

Upon hearing this, Evelyn’s eyes widened.

Just the mention of the Blood Moon made her chest feel tight, as that’s one of her worries.

”And? Why do you seem concerned?”

”It’s Miriam, I can’t communicate with her to stop the spe—”

SWOOSH—!

The three of them snapped their gazes to the horizon as the world fractured at its edges.

From each distant corner of the canyon, the earth erupted. Not with stone or fire, but with pure energy, moonlight energy, roaring pillars of solidified energy that soared skyward. Pillars of a furious silvery color that seared the eyes and hummed in the bones.

One. Two. Four. Eight.

Each one punched upward in a simultaneous, deafening crescendo, each one a foundation of light.

At their zenith, high above the battlefield, the energy arced, bending inward.

Jagged threads of power lashed across the open air, connecting pillar to pillar.

In seconds, the chaotic canyon was gone, replaced by a titanic, crackling cube of energy—a cage of moonlight that sealed the sky and beyond and transformed the world below into a colossal, inescapable arena.

The trap was activated.