The Invincible Full-Moon System Chapter 1789: Saving the Condemned

Ever since the werewolves discovered Rex’s existence, they have relentlessly pursued his destruction. Though they cornered him several times and brought him to the threshold of death, he survived each encounter, emerging more powerful than before.

During his rise to power, humanity provided him with shelter throughout his adolescence.

The werewolves who yearned for his demise could do nothing but remain patient and wait for a vulnerability.

Despite the grief and the humiliating losses suffered at the hands of one they considered a fake werewolf, their patience did not waver.

It is the core nature of a hunter to endure until the flaw in the prey’s defense is revealed.

That opportunity finally manifested when Humans realized Rex's true nature and cast him out as an exile.

By that point, however, the window of opportunity for the werewolves had slammed shut.

Rex had developed fangs and claws of his own.

Every assault against him only served to fuel his growth, a fact repeatedly demonstrated by those possessing the courage—or the idiocy—to challenge him. It did not take long for the werewolves to realize they had brought ruin upon their own species.

Antagonizing Rex was the most catastrophic error their race committed in this new era.

Now, even the ancient Elders are powerless to oppose him.

For those facing extinction, even the greatest patience eventually runs out.

Princess Selene understood this reality perfectly—this was her final path to salvaging the honor of true werewolves. Her people had been stripped of everything; they had nothing left to lose except their lives.

Nothing remained but the werewolf blood flowing through their veins.

Evelyn parted her lips to reply, but the words died in her throat.

Her silence wasn't due to a lack of words, but rather because of a sudden movement in her peripheral vision.

It was Gistella.

Her frame was trembling violently, her fists clenched so tightly her knuckles were white.

“Gistella...?” Evelyn whispered, her voice laced with concern.

“As the supposed leader of the werewolf race—you possess a remarkable talent for blaming everyone except yourself,” Gistella stated, her voice shaking with emotion. She looked up, her eyes burning with a mixture of rage and disbelief. “Have you ever actually looked at yourself in a mirror? I used to think Liches were weak because of their hollow emotions. But you... you have proven me wrong.”

Princess Selene’s eyebrows knit together in a visible frown.

She had always viewed Gistella as the most submissive member of the Silverstar Pack.

To be confronted by Gistella in such a manner caught her completely off guard.

“Gistella, what are you saying?” Evelyn placed a hand on her shoulder, shocked by the sudden outburst.

Gistella, however, refused to be calmed.

The sound of Princess Selene pinning every misfortune on Rex made her blood boil with indignation.

Gistella had intended to let Evelyn handle the negotiations, but it was obvious Evelyn was too focused on achieving peace, even if it meant ignoring the princess’s blatant hypocrisy. She could no longer remain quiet while the princess spewed poison about Rex.

Brushing Evelyn’s hand away, she took a bold step forward.

“Let us clarify one thing, princess...” she whispered in a haunting tone. “You are not the hero of this story.”

“Is Rex too dignified to act like a wild beast? Yes, because unlike you, he was stripped of his former life. He is a werewolf now, regardless of his own desires.”

Gistella halted ten meters away, staring directly into Princess Selene’s eyes.

She held up a single finger, as if mentally checking off a list of grievances.

She seemed indifferent to the fact that she was well within the princess’s striking range.

Then, she extended her middle finger.

“You claim Rex corrupted your holy bloodline with human blood? When? Through whom? Flunra? In case it slipped your mind, he was the one who tried to murder Rex first; his fate was his own doing. I have never seen Rex roaming about turning other werewolves into his servants.”

She was on a roll, releasing all her pent-up fury to defend the man who had been cast as a villain.

Next, she raised her ring finger.

“Rex desecrated your holy lands... and why was that, princess?” Gistella asked, arching an eyebrow as if daring Selene to respond. “Did he arrive there without provocation? No. He went there because your people never stopped threatening him and everyone he cares about.”

It was an undeniable truth.

While Princess Selene’s expression stayed cold, she had no words to refute the statement.

Gistella’s eyes narrowed as she finally raised her pinky finger.

“And lastly... Rex abandoned the Lunirich Gods?” Gistella’s smile was thin and mocking, treating the princess like a fool blinded by arrogance. “You never even accepted him as a werewolf, so why should that matter to him? What right do your Gods have over him? What loyalty does he owe to deities you claim he was never a part of?”

“Pick a side,” she sneered with pure contempt. “Is he a werewolf or a fraud? Make up your mind.”

As Gistella’s voice faded, a heavy silence settled over the chamber.

The silence was suffocating, as Princess Selene found herself unable to offer a rebuttal.

She merely glared at Gistella, her eyes filled with resentment.

Evelyn had been so preoccupied with understanding the princess’s side that she hadn’t fully processed the vitriol directed at Rex. Now she realized: Princess Selene was framing him as the aggressor, when in reality, he was always the one being hunted.

Every action he took was simply a reaction to their attacks.

If the Scarlet Banes Kingdom hadn't shown such hostility, none of this would have been necessary.

The kingdom wouldn't even have needed to join the alliance.

If they had simply remained neutral like the Shapeshifters, Demons, or Undead, it would have been enough.

Because those races didn't target Rex or his empire, they were left untouched by his destructive wrath. But the Scarlet Banes Kingdom had doubled down on their hatred, leading to this moment.

“Do you see now?” Princess Selene turned her eyes toward Evelyn. “There is no path to peace here.”

She turned her back on them.

“Leave this place,” she ordered, her voice freezing. “Go and watch your army crumble from afar. My people live for endurance. Yours will break, and when they scream for your help... you will be too far away to save them. This is your final opportunity to depart with your dignity intact.”

Evelyn did not move toward the exit.

Instead, she stepped toward Gistella and placed a hand on her shoulder once more.

“Thank you for defending Rex,” she whispered softly. “Now, allow me to handle the rest.”

Gistella’s outburst was normally the kind of thing that would end a negotiation by enraging the other party.

When both sides are consumed by anger, dialogue becomes impossible.

Yet, Evelyn noticed a subtle, unmistakable change in the princess’s expression triggered by Gistella’s words. ‘It’s a miracle she hasn't lost control, especially with the Blood Moon so near,’ Evelyn thought. ‘But for some reason, she is restraining herself. If anything... her will seems to be faltering.’

Evelyn could feel it.

It was faint, but she realized Princess Selene wanted them to leave because her own resolve was weakening.

The princess didn't want to continue the conversation because she was starting to doubt herself.

Gistella exhaled sharply through her nose and moved aside, letting Evelyn resume the lead.

“What do you truly expect to gain from all this?” Evelyn walked past Gistella to stand behind the princess. “Even if you win a glorious victory today, what is the point? The next person to arrive on this battlefield will be Rex himself. Do you honestly believe you stand a chance against him?”

No.

Even though the princess remained silent, the answer was obvious.

“If it were him standing here, you wouldn't have the luxury of talking like this,” Evelyn urged, her voice tight with desperation. “He shows absolutely no mercy to those who cross him. But I... I am not like him.”

She pressed a hand to her chest, her gaze steady.

“I believe in second chances for those who truly want them. Save your people from this carnage. Set aside your pride just this once and work with me,” Evelyn continued, trying to make the princess recognize the opportunity. “I promise you, there is a future for you and everyone who follows you.”

Princess Selene’s hands balled into fists.

Her shoulders began to tremble.

It was agonizingly difficult to do what Evelyn suggested, regardless of how beneficial the deal might be.

Seeing her resolve cracking, Evelyn didn't give her a moment to think. “I will ensure the Scarlet Banes Kingdom is not subjected to a tyrant’s rule. I will bring your concerns to him and help us find common grou—”

Rumble!

ROAR—!

A massive, thunderous roar shook the foundations of the cathedral.

Evelyn and Gistella whipped their heads toward the sound, feeling a colossal aura suddenly crash into the battle. It was an aura so overwhelming and dense that it surpassed even Princess Selene’s power.

It was an entity capable of shifting the entire tide of the conflict.

‘Adhara, who is that? What is happening out there?’ Evelyn inquired through their telepathic link.

Adhara’s voice quickly echoed in her mind, ‘It’s Sven! He arrived much faster than expected! I’ll try to hold him back!’

The news caused Evelyn to scowl.

The plan had always been to keep Sven out of the fight while they dealt with the rebels.

If he joined the fray, the Great Army would be in serious jeopardy.

Sven joining the battle was the equivalent of Rex appearing for the Great Army—a shift that usually meant total destruction for the opposition. Evelyn had to force Selene to stand down immediately.

Any further delay would mean the war could only end in a bloodbath.

“I have already embraced my death,” Princess Selene said, not even flinching at Sven’s arrival, which should have been a relief for her. “It makes no difference to me if we fall now or die later by his claws. In the end, all we can do is fight. We would rather die...”

Princess Selene turned to face Evelyn.

There was no hatred on her face now, only a quiet, grim acceptance.

“I have been a slave before. From the dawn of the Ancient Humans until their collapse. I know better than anyone that the oppressor never truly cares for the oppressed,” Princess Selene let out a heavy sigh. “How can you possibly guarantee that the Royal Black Prince won't discriminate against us? It is impossible.”

She began to walk away, ascending the pile of bones once more.

“Just leave—and let us finish this,” she said, her breath shallow. “Don't worry, I won't kill you or the Silverstar Pack. If you want to help, then tell him that. Perhaps then he will spare my people from a violent end.”

Even if Princess Selene wanted to trust Evelyn, she simply couldn't bring herself to do it.

Her past trauma was too vivid, and there were no certainties once she surrendered to the empire.

It was too great a gamble.

She wasn't willing to bet her people’s loyalty and honor; the stakes weren't high enough.

“Come on, Evelyn,” Gistella said, grabbing her arm. “There is no point in talking to her anymore.”

She tried to pull Evelyn toward safety. With Sven on the field, Gistella was worried she might not be able to protect Evelyn effectively.

After a few steps, Evelyn resisted and stood her ground.

“What about the Great Luna?!” she screamed.

Hearing those words, Princess Selene simply shook her head as she continued her climb.

She was amazed by Evelyn’s persistence in trying to find a peaceful resolution.

“Can the Great Luna not soothe her Alpha, the Werewolf Origin?” Evelyn continued. “Can she not lead the Werewolf Origin toward a better path? Can she not calm his rage and help him find a better way? In case you’ve forgotten, that is exactly what she did during the Massacre of Inklaus!”

Tap—!

Princess Selene froze mid-step, her eyes widening in absolute shock.

“I can do it, too,” Evelyn stated with total confidence. “I can persuade Rex to put this aside and start fresh.”

Princess Selene looked back over her shoulder, her face a mask of confusion. “How do you know about the Massacre of Inklaus?”

Anticipating the question, Evelyn allowed a small smirk to play on her lips.

All she had to do was convince the princess, and this was the ultimate proof.

She pointed toward her moon earrings—jewelry the princess was only noticing for the first time.

“How do you think I know...?”

“G-Great Luna?!”