The Invincible Full-Moon System Chapter 1788: The Princess’ Perspective

If the head is severed, the limbs might twitch, but they lose the capacity to fight.

A group of Alpha Primes cleared the vicinity using their unique Indirect Moon Abilities, accelerating their movements in a flash and reducing the surrounding foes to shredded meat. Soon after, their fierce howls signaled the rest of their pack members.

Viewed from above, three Alpha Primes carved a path directly into the heart of the fray.

Any adversary obstructing their route was systematically eliminated by their subordinates with lethal precision.

They charged forward, their gazes fixed intently on the target hovering in the sky.

Once they reached the necessary distance, their powerful hind legs launched them upward, soaring straight toward the empress.

The trio leaped in perfect synchronization.

Three formidable figures extended their claws, shimmering with concentrated energy, toward the gliding empress.

Eliminating her would be a definitive way to crush the enemy's spirit and ensure the battle ended in their favor.

Swoosh—!

Approaching rapidly from the rear was a werewolf whose skin was reinforced with bronze-armored scales, sprinting through the empty air.

Gistella’s eyes sharpened as she spotted the three Alpha Primes attempting to intercept Evelyn.

In a heartbeat, she flooded her hands with mana, manifesting a translucent barrier directly above the Alpha Primes to obstruct their trajectory. She would ensure that not a single strand of Evelyn’s hair was touched by these beasts.

Shatter—!

However, one Alpha Prime, empowered by the Blood Moon King Mark, smashed through the defensive wall.

Possessing the strength of a mid-ninth rank realm, he managed to overwhelm the barrier Gistella had hastily erected.

Evelyn looked down, startled to find the Alpha Prime closing the gap with terrifying speed.

He reached the space directly beneath her in a mere instant.

"Your death is our first step to victory! I’ll make sure to savor your body limb by limb!"

Just as the werewolf's crimson claws were about to seize Evelyn’s foot, a hand clamped firmly around his ankle. The sudden weight killed his momentum, and the searing pain caused him to snarl and look down.

Someone had intercepted him before he could reach his target.

"You traitor..." the Alpha Prime hissed, his eyes turning blood-red from a mixture of fury and betrayal.

"No one is to touch the empress," Mavok declared, his eyes burning with resolve. The same Blood Moon King Mark shone upon his forehead, proving they were both scions of the same full moon. "You’re on the wrong side of the war, brother...."

Mavok exerted a powerful pull.

Grasping the Alpha Prime’s foot with both hands, he twisted his entire body with immense force.

The Alpha Prime was hurled back toward the earth like a falling comet, hitting the ground with a deafening boom.

A massive shockwave rippled outward as a giant crater formed within the rear ranks of the rebel army.

With the path finally clear, Evelyn and Gistella pressed on, gliding through the sky until they touched down on the balcony of a grand cathedral. This was where Princess Selene was expected to be. In stark contrast to the chaotic battlefield, this area was eerily still.

The only sound was the distant echo of the ongoing carnage.

"Coming here is a mistake, Evelyn," Gistella murmured as her feet met the freezing stone floor.

"I... I’m sorry," Evelyn replied, her hands trembling into fists. "I was consumed by anger and acted without thinking."

The sight of so many Alpha Primes and werewolves remaining loyal to Princess Selene still fueled Evelyn’s frustration. Although Prince Alaric now commanded the majority of the Alpha Primes and held the most influence, it would have been ideal for Princess Selene to stand beside him.

The Scarlet Banes Kingdom would have transitioned to the new leadership much more smoothly with both of them involved.

Evelyn desperately wanted to avoid this battle reaching its grim, inevitable end.

She had steeled herself for a fight to the death when the Great Army began its march, but she hadn't completely abandoned hope.

She had searched for a way to overcome Princess Selene without slaughtering her or her followers.

No solution had presented itself.

However, Adhara had managed to create a path for that idealistic outcome.

A single duel to determine the victor.

But just as a total victory seemed within reach, Princess Selene had sabotaged everything.

All for the sake of her meaningless pride.

This realization infuriated Evelyn so much that she had momentarily lost her composure, wanting nothing more than to wrap her hands around the princess's neck. She wanted to force her to understand that yielding to the Clarentium Empire was an evolution, not a defeat.

Rex would undoubtedly assist them in refining their bloodlines to unprecedented heights.

He would help them transcend their natural boundaries.

"But since we’ve made it this far, let’s go see her," Evelyn said, staring at the entrance leading into the cathedral.

Princess Selene was surely waiting inside.

"Do what you must, but if a fight breaks out, please follow my lead," Gistella warned, her voice thick with anxiety. Even with their combined strength, defeating the princess was not guaranteed. "I will pull you away the moment things turn lethal."

"Okay," Evelyn agreed with a nod, stepping forward.

She didn't dispute Gistella’s caution.

Gistella was not a specialist in direct combat, as her abilities were centered on protection.

Her offensive capabilities had previously relied on her Undead nature, which paled in comparison to her current werewolf side. While Evelyn was skilled in offense as an Awakened, she currently couldn't tap into her bloodline.

Borrowing Adhara’s strength was not an option, leaving her to rely solely on her own power.

Consequently, there was no certainty she could even wound Princess Selene in a serious confrontation.

Entering the cathedral felt unsettling to both of them.

The interior was drenched in silence and shadows.

Contrary to its grand exterior, the inside was a mess of debris and shattered furniture.

Both women remained on high alert.

Evelyn’s hair and armor began to glow with a pulsing violet light as she shifted into her Luna form. Beside her, Gistella’s enchanter abilities hummed, weaving a shimmering protective dome around them.

Any incoming strike would have to pierce that barrier before reaching them.

They couldn't detect Princess Selene’s scent or aura anywhere.

But searching was unnecessary.

She was standing right in front of them.

Reaching the stone railing of the upper level, Evelyn and Gistella peered down. Below, where the altar once stood, Princess Selene waited atop a pile of mangled, mutated animal remains. A beam of crimson moonlight poured through a gap in the roof, illuminating the top of the bone mound in red.

It acted like a natural spotlight, highlighting Princess Selene as she sat atop the morbid throne.

Evelyn and Gistella made no effort to conceal their presence.

Yet, Princess Selene did not move.

There was no hint of aggression or the pre-attack tension one would expect.

The two exchanged a brief glance before leaping down to the ground floor, landing roughly twelve meters away from the princess. Evelyn didn't speak immediately; instead, she scanned the room for any hidden threats.

'Is there a trap? Can you sense anything?'

[Direct your Luna energy to your olfactory senses and envision the pack in your mind.]

'I can do that?'

[Indeed. All Lunas are capable of this if they possess sufficient Luna energy. A Luna’s duty is to ensure the safety and unity of the pack through various means. You have much to learn.]

Evelyn looked back at Princess Selene.

Once she was certain the princess remained stationary and lacked hostile intent, Evelyn closed her eyes and followed the instructions of the entity within her moon earrings. She visualized the Silverstar Pack vividly and channeled her Luna energy into her nose.

An explosion of scents flooded her senses.

It was overwhelming, as if her sense of smell had been magnified a hundredfold.

[Focus. If you detect the scent of ash, then a trap has been laid within this building.]

Evelyn took a deep breath but found no such scent.

The area was clean.

'She must want to speak with me,' she mused, observing the silent princess. Since there were no traps or signs of an imminent strike, perhaps the princess was open to dialogue—or perhaps she wanted to be persuaded.

"It isn't too late, princess," Evelyn finally spoke, her voice echoing in the stillness. "It’s not too late to stop this pointless war. If it wasn't clear before, I have no desire to kill you."

"For me, perhaps..." Princess Selene whispered in response. "But for you, it is far too late."

"What are you talking about?"

"I mean there is no world where I accept you, your so-called empire, or those traitors out there."

"I’ve shown mercy to most of your followers who surrendered. That has to mean something."

A bitter, mocking laugh escaped Princess Selene’s lips, causing Gistella to step closer to Evelyn in anticipation of a strike.

"You truly don't understand, do you?" Princess Selene sneered with pure disdain.

"Then explain it to me," Evelyn countered, her brow furrowed as she tried to grasp the source of the princess's defiance. "What exactly are you trying to save? Your kingdom will survive. Your status as the Honey Moon Princess will be preserved. You won't be mistreated. I give you my word. So, what is this really about?"

"This is about the preservation of the werewolf legacy," Princess Selene said in a haunting tone, pointing a finger at Evelyn. "The very legacy your Alpha is destroying..."

A low growl rumbled in her throat, underscoring her final words.

It was a raw expression of the deep-seated hatred within her soul.

"The Werewolf Race," Princess Selene began, standing up from the pile of bones. "Is a creature of the forest." She took a step down the mound, the dry bones crunching beneath her like dead wood. "We are wild. We are predators. It is our very essence."

"But your Alpha..." Her voice was thick with loathing. "Your Alpha was too proud to embrace what we truly are outside of the battlefield."

She took another step down as the temperature in the room seemed to drop.

"Your Alpha polluted our holy bloodline with human blood." Her words were sharp and venomous. "He gave humans like you the gift of shifting and hardened skin. He gave you the wild and labeled you a werewolf... robbing true werewolves of their identity."

Princess Selene reached the middle of the mound, her eyes glowing fiercely under the red moon.

"Your Alpha defiled our sacred lands," she shouted, her voice booming against the stone. "The ground where millions of our kin bled, where our young learned our ways—where our elders returned to the earth, and where our Great Luna sacrificed herself for us! He treated it like common dirt. Like garbage."

By now, her whole body was trembling.

A single tear escaped her eye, a physical manifestation of her intense emotion.

Evelyn’s expression hardened.

She had listened closely, but she hadn't expected such a direct and passionate outpouring.

The final steps were taken in a heavy, rage-filled silence.

"Your Alpha abandoned our Gods," she whispered, and the sound was more chilling than her shout. "The Lunirich Gods, who guided our survival in the Ancient Era, who gave us our strength and our fury. He turned his back on them. He turned us into enemies in the eyes of the very gods who protected us."

Princess Selene finally reached the stone floor and stopped.

She stood tall, her calm exterior barely masking the bottomless fury beneath.

"Now, tell me... Evelyn," Princess Selene said, spitting the name like a curse. Her glowing eyes narrowed. "Knowing all of this, knowing how this ends, what would you do if you were me?"

Evelyn clenched her teeth.

The question trapped her.

Even Gistella could see the visible stress on Evelyn’s face.

"Would you bow down—knowing that your surrender meant the werewolf identity would eventually vanish, replaced by your Hybrid breed?" Princess Selene tilted her head, her voice cold and logical. "Or would you stand, fight, and die? At least in death, you remain exactly what you were born to be."