The Invincible Full-Moon System Chapter 1790: Uniting Two Halves

During the Era of Might, various races engaged in savage turf wars, slaughtering one another for dominance and survival.

The world had become a vast charnel trench.

Habitable lands, protected from the predatory monsters roaming the wilds, were a rare luxury.

Vampires had undergone a deep metamorphosis through their Blood God, mastering the manipulation of blood and harvesting power from those they drained. Meanwhile, Demons and Angels were locked in a perpetual struggle, with the Angels' assistance already stretched thin by their alliances with Elves and Shapeshifters.

The Werewolves stood isolated.

Securing the sanctuary of Inklaus just a year prior had allowed a quarter of their people to endure the harsh winter. Its dense foliage and thick branches trapped warmth while shielding them from the biting cold, and the area teemed with harmless prey.

Inklaus possessed a unique property that barred entrance to any non-animalistic beings of excessive power.

It was their hope.

Aside from Axaralinkan, their primary nest, Inklaus was the only true safe haven for the werewolves.

At that time, the pack believed Inklaus would serve as their second permanent home.

Even the Origin allowed himself to dream that this was the start of a second genesis for his kind—a genuine foothold in a ruthless world. He believed that once their metamorphosis was finalized and the moon’s power flowed through them without restriction, their expansion would be unstoppable.

To show his absolute trust in this new territory, he personally managed the settlement and even brought the Great Luna with him.

It was a powerful gesture of confidence.

For the moment, this peace was sufficient.

It was enough to sustain their numbers for a decade or two until their collective strength fully matured.

However, a hidden threat loomed.

Meat-devouring Demons had been tracking them from the darkness, obsessed with the potent vitality found in werewolf blood and flesh. These creatures were small and spherical, possessing maws as wide as their entire bodies.

Equipped with furred limbs, sharp claws, and fangs, they could inject toxic demonic energy into their prey.

They encircled Inklaus until the Archdemon of Sloth used a demonic incantation to shatter the sanctuary's protection. The lesser kin flooded in, turning the settlement into a slaughterhouse rather than a battlefield. Werewolves were harvested and consumed like mere cattle.

These skittering demons were far too nimble for heavy werewolf claws to strike.

Even when a blow landed and a demon was torn apart, its death triggered a final catastrophe.

The remains would dissolve into a thick, pungent cloud of smoke.

This toxic vapor burned lungs, seared eyes, and melted skin into an edible slurry.

The werewolves were utterly overwhelmed.

Ordered by the Origin to prioritize survival at all costs, the pack was forced into a chaotic retreat. While the majority fled, the Origin and several of his Betas held the line against the demons to secure the path out.

Eventually, the Origin was forced to withdraw as well.

While he reached safety, he lost one of his most trusted Betas during the escape.

The Beta had sacrificed his life at the ultimate turning point.

Upon reaching safety, the Origin was consumed by grief, rage, and pure loathing.

Nearly half the population had been wiped out in the massacre. Those who survived did so only through the sheer, savage force of their regeneration. A single, freezing intent took root in the Origin’s heart: vengeance. To kill. The Archdemon of Sloth was formidable, but the Origin knew he could destroy it.

He would end its life.

If he unleashed his full power, he could avenge every fallen soul.

Every werewolf present understood the meaning behind the Origin's twisted snarl.

It was a blood oath.

A demand for an eye for an eye.

Once his rampage began, nothing would be able to halt his path.

In a world where only the strong survive, the Origin intended to prove to the Demons exactly how strong his race was.

That was when the Great Luna intervened.

With only her words, she checked the Origin’s descent into madness.

Though the other werewolves assumed the Origin’s fury had surpassed all limits—and that only violence could soothe it—the Great Luna proved them wrong.

Her presence swept through his consciousness like a cool, pale tide, containing the inferno of his rage.

She didn't put out the fire; she refined it, allowing the Origin to maintain clarity despite his wrath.

Striking the Archdemon of Sloth immediately was not bravery, but recklessness.

While he might survive and even triumph, the loyal werewolves who followed him into battle would surely perish. Their losses were already too great. The Demons would eventually pay tenfold, but the time was not now.

To the shock of the pack, the Origin—whose eyes still glowed with suppressed fury—turned away from the enemy. He commanded his people to return to their main nest. Though the day was lost, he swore a future victory.

Letting that anger simmer was the strategic choice.

The werewolves would one day settle the debt with the demons.

This memory replayed vividly in Princess Selene’s mind.

She hadn't personally witnessed the event, but the Massacre of Inklaus was etched into the history of every werewolf. It was remembered not just for the tragedy, but because it demonstrated the true significance of a Luna.

That day, the Great Luna showed that her power lay not in the strength of her claws.

It lay in the serenity that could restrain them.

Her role wasn't to negate anger, but to help Alphas direct it toward the perfect moment.

Hearing Evelyn bring up the massacre caught Selene completely off guard.

A person like Evelyn should have had no knowledge of such history.

However, the silver earrings peeking through Evelyn’s long hair provided the answer.

"Great Luna...?" Princess Selene gasped, her voice a shocked whisper. "M-Mother..."

"Yes," Evelyn confirmed with a nod. "I have been chosen by the Great Luna—your mother—as her successor. These earrings house her consciousness, and she whispered to me that you might have neglected the vital lesson of that massacre."

Princess Selene shifted, her composure wavering.

She had not anticipated that the Great Luna was observing these events.

Recalling her earlier dismissiveness—how she had called Evelyn’s promises regarding Rex impossible—she realized she had been insulting the Great Luna’s chosen path. It wasn't just skepticism; it felt like sacrilege. Guilt and a deep sense of shame washed over her.

She was mortified that her own mother had to witness her behavior.

"I offer an apology on the Alpha's behalf for the slights against the Scarlet Banes Kingdom and the way his presence has undermined your people," Evelyn said, raising a hand to stop Gistella from protesting. "But you must also acknowledge that your kingdom is not without fault in this conflict."

Evelyn took another step toward her.

The moon earrings pulsed with a fierce light, chiming softly as she moved.

Each delicate, crystalline sound seemed to crack the icy exterior of Princess Selene’s heart.

Standing before the essence of the Great Luna and knowing Evelyn was her successor changed everything. Selene could no longer dismiss Evelyn’s words, nor could she deny that Evelyn was a true werewolf.

Only a truly worthy and unique individual could awaken the Great Luna’s consciousness.

If anyone else wore those earrings, the result would be nothing.

There was no guarantee the Great Luna would ever reveal herself to a common wearer.

The fact that Evelyn could manifest this power proved her claims were genuine.

"It is a tragedy that we have come to this, but you and I can begin again," Evelyn said, ascending the pile of bones to stand directly before the Princess. "Let’s start from the beginning. Together, we can build a better future."

Evelyn extended her hand in a gesture of peace.

In that moment, her hand carried the weight of their shared destiny.

A brighter future was difficult to reach alone.

But as allies, it was within their grasp.

Princess Selene looked at the hand, then at Evelyn’s face, and finally at the glowing earrings.

Though her own hand shook with hesitation, she eventually reached out and accepted the handshake.

The Silverstar Pack had come to these lands in secret to conquer and mend the divided Scarlet Banes Kingdom after the royal conflict. The results had surpassed their wildest expectations.

Because of Evelyn’s determination, the war was won not through bloodshed, but through the pure, unyielding conviction she possessed as a Luna.

Above all, she had remained loyal to Rex’s dream of a world united under one banner. That faith had finally yielded results. With only a few allies, she had secured a kingdom and reunited its fractured halves.

The sheer magnitude of this quiet victory would undoubtedly stun Rex upon his return.

'I succeeded...'

Evelyn let the realization sink in, a genuine and bright smile forming on her lips.

She shook Princess Selene’s hand with warmth.

'I really did it...'

Rumble—!

Suddenly, the earth began to tremble violently.

Both Evelyn and Princess Selene nearly lost their footing, bracing themselves on the mound of bones.

Without needing to speak, the three of them dashed back to the balcony on the top floor. In the distance, the conflict was intensifying, growing even more savage with Sven acting as a chaotic third party, attacking everyone in sight.

"You must order your army to stand down," Princess Selene urged. "I will command mine to do the same."

"I have already sent the word," Evelyn replied. "I informed my Female Alpha that we have reached a truce."

Princess Selene nodded, immediately reaching out to her Alpha Primes.

Specifically, she contacted Kuruk, the commander of her forces.

"What about Sven...?" Gistella asked, her eyes fixed on Sven as he slaughtered everyone near him without hesitation. Every blow he landed claimed multiple lives; his speed and agility had already decimated the right flank. "We have to find a way to stop him."

Gistella’s voice was strained with worry as she watched Sven—a literal cyclone of gore and violence. His movements shattered the earth, turning the battlefield into a wasteland of jagged stone.

He had already cleared a massive path through the armies.

"We must stop him somehow," she repeated. "We have to coordinate."

"Princess Selene, can you command your Alpha Primes to assist us?" Evelyn asked with urgency.

However, she noticed that Princess Selene’s attention had drifted.

The Princess was staring into the far distance, away from the immediate carnage.

"Princess Selene...?" Evelyn called out again.

"Hmm?" Selene finally snapped back, recalling the request. "I’ll order my Alpha Primes to cooperate. My Female Alpha and Kuruk should lead the effort to contain Sven. It will take their combined strength just to hold him back."

"I agree," Evelyn nodded, but she was curious about what had distracted the Princess. "Is there something else I should be aware of?"

Princess Selene paused, then decided to be honest.

"I instructed Miriam, the Shaman from the Night’s Triarchy, to set a trap for you. It’s a massive spell designed to force everyone into a deep sleep," she confessed, her concern evident.

"A sleeping spell...? Why?"

"I had a vision in a dream. I believed the Blood Moon would aid us against you when it rose."

Evelyn’s eyes widened at the mention of the Blood Moon.

Just the name made her heart race, as it was one of her greatest fears.

"And? Why are you so worried now?"

"It’s Miriam... I can’t reach her to cancel the spe—"

SWOOSH—!

The three of them turned toward the horizon as the edges of the world seemed to splinter.

From the far corners of the canyon, the ground burst open. It wasn't fire or rock that erupted, but pillars of pure, solidified moonlight energy. These massive columns of brilliant silver soared into the sky, humming with a vibration that could be felt in their very marrow.

One. Two. Four. Eight.

They shot upward in a deafening, synchronized roar, acting as foundations of light.

At their peak, high above the fighting, the energy began to curve inward.

Jagged bolts of power shot across the sky, linking the pillars together.

Within seconds, the canyon was encased. A massive, crackling cube of energy now acted as a cage of moonlight, sealing the heavens and turning the ground below into a giant, inescapable arena.

The trap had been sprung.