The Invincible Full-Moon System Chapter 1840: Tense Limbo

Sufficient time has elapsed since Mrs. Greene's passing, and the Silverstar Pack has left human lands behind.

Getting used to this fresh circumstance proves far from simple.

Distance from fellow humans and encirclement by Supernaturals brings a strange sensation. Yet over time, with dedication, the pack turned void into achievement. They established the Clarentium Empire—overcame a formidable foe, and pursued calm growth via pacts.

The perilous journey yielded astonishing results.

Witnessing it all unfold right in front of her was truly fortunate.

Adhara has never experienced such well-being and security as she does at this moment.

Whenever trouble strikes, there's always that one man she can count on completely. A man she trusts utterly. She'd give her life for him without a second thought, should he desire it.

Not out of foolishness or love's delusion.

Rather, because he'd mirror that sacrifice and go even further for her.

Evelyn handles his dependence for governance and oversight; that's why she's the empress. Gistella offers him tranquility; thus, their bond runs deeper.

For Adhara, she's the anchor when his spirit shatters and direction fades.

Among them all, she joined his side first.

That's precisely why, in moments of doubt and despair, he seeks her out.

And maybe due to their connection, she perceives what escapes the others.

Or views it with greater clarity, at least.

Since that harrowing incident, Rex hasn't shown a true smile. He grins and jests during lighter times, yet it feels forced. The brightness in his smile has dimmed, his chuckles echo empty. Sometimes, his thoughts drift into nothingness.

Shadows from within are closing in.

She's observed this repeatedly, especially clear during the coronation.

Luckily, companions keep his focus engaged, and adversaries demand his attention.

Yet it fails to address the core issue.

Inevitably, the rest sense the empty void within Rex too.

Maybe that's the drive behind seizing the Scarlet Banes Kingdom.

At minimum, it shows Rex a path forward without endless violence.

No turning to grim memories. Look ahead. Embrace possibilities.

Evelyn and Gistella may chase personal goals or validations. But Adhara yearns solely for his authentic smile—the one lighting his face when Mrs. Greene appears. It means the world to her.

’Just once... Allow me to bring that smile back. Let me fill him with joy. That's my only plea.’

Then, she stirred awake.

Adhara's eyelids twitched before lifting like rising drapes.

Her sight remained hazy.

Still, the haze failed to conceal the Blood Moon's fierce glow.

After a few blinks, full awareness returned, and the Blood Moon's view jolted her upright to survey her surroundings. She checked her form with probing hands for deadly injuries—none appeared.

Memories flooded back of the shimmering dust drifting down like flakes.

Followed by an overpowering urge to slumber she couldn't fight.

Since turning werewolf, evading sleep was uncommon, save for injuries.

Thus, the sudden lethargy startled her, signaling danger instinctively.

"What occurred?"

As recalled, she lingered in the fray against Laykard when the burst happened, then the dust fell. The scene matched unchanged. Laykard rested nearby.

Not deceased. Asleep. Just as she had been moments prior.

Adhara rose unsteadily. Back in human shape, she called forth her claws and approached the dormant Laykard. Eliminating the leftover rebels from the Scarlet Banes Kingdom wasn't preferable.

Evelyn had made that clear.

Yet Adhara refused to squander this prime chance.

Unclear on events, she opted to strike foes first.

"Eurghh..." Adhara groaned painfully.

Only then did she note her back's blood-soaked state. A savage gash still oozing.

From it emanated potent moonlight energy.

An advanced moonlight energy she knew—Sven.

"Where's he at?" She halted suddenly, scanning the sprawl of slumbering forms.

At last, a quarter kilometer off, a pale shape drew her gaze like a stark pillar. Sven knelt, frame shaking fiercely as moonlight energy poured from him ceaselessly, vaporizing the surrounding air into fog.

From her rising, he'd fixed his stare on her.

But no assault came.

Sven merely observed from afar, tracking each motion like a stalking beast.

’Will he permit me to finish these?’ Adhara wondered. Uncertainty lingered, but she burned to crush the Scarlet Banes Kingdom utterly. Only Princess Selene remained, and victory would seal it. ’Regeneration's ongoing. Striking now might provoke Sven.

’Delaying means they'll rouse shortly.’ Adhara clenched her jaw.

Already, some from Princess Selene’s ranks stirred on the ground.

One more minute, and the full force would revive.

Adhara wavered on her course.

Still, inaction proved worse than choice. Rex had taught her that in crises like this, hesitation spells doom. ’I'll act,’ Her gaze hardened. ’For him, I'll chance it!’

Looming over Laykard, Adhara lifted her claws, infusing them with the Violet Fire of Jealousy.

"Adhara, stop!"

As claws plunged, a voice yelled her name.

She froze briefly, glancing skyward to spot Evelyn signaling from the castle. A faint smile graced her lips, out of place amid battle. Even Gistella appeared to have shed her gear.

"But why...?" Adhara murmured.

In retrospect, the reason shone plain. Adhara dared to dream of the finest outcome.

Right then, Princess Selene appeared quietly next to Evelyn.

Foes mere moments ago—now side by side, no lethal intent.

"It’s okay!" Evelyn called once more. "The war is over!"

"Eh...?" Adhara gaped at Evelyn, the declaration crashing over her. Her frame quivered as if charged—then gradually, unbelievably, eased. Disbelief gripped her.

Tears brimmed, tracing her face unnoticed at first.

"It’s over..." Her voice broke. "Doesn’t that mean... we triumphed?"

Rex laid much groundwork with his win over the Yule Moon aiding the royals. But dismantling and integrating the kingdom? Their feat, worth boasting to Rex.

A weight lifted from him.

Adhara sank to the earth.

Blood and carnage's aroma hung heavy still.

Yet it heightened the peace—no further slaughter required.

Now, the Scarlet Banes Kingdom could restore itself, bolstering the Clarentium Empire with a robust partner.

"You can return now, Rex." The phrase emerged fractured, choked by unstoppable sobs. She battled the flood, but triumph's rush overwhelmed. Each drop marked their struggle's end—falling to her palms, the soil, the evidence of true success. "Come home. Please. We have something waiting for you."

Princess Selene, scores of Alpha Primes, myriad Ancient Werewolves.

Adhara and her allies endured it all with minimal losses.

She knew her growth firsthand, having held off and outlasted assaults from Sven and Laykard. Gradually, others awoke, and Princess Selene stepped in to calm tensions.

After all, some leaped to combat upon stirring.

With order restored, Evelyn stepped apart, gazing at the Blood Moon.

War ended, yet unease simmered beneath.

"How long past dawn should this night have faded?" She inquired.

"Roughly forty minutes," Sintra replied, equally puzzled by the lingering Blood Moon despite day's arrival. "Scouts haven't come back—so we're unsure if night trapped only us."

The update furrowed Evelyn’s brow deeper.

Princess Selene lost touch with Miriam, triggering the sleep trap on all.

She'd also mentioned the Blood Moon invading her dreams prior. It urged delay until its coming, sparking the trap's use. Undeniably, the Blood Moon orchestrated this.

"What of Miriam? Any word?" Evelyn pressed, eyes fixed away.

"Yes," Sintra affirmed, eyeing where Princess Selene conferred at length with Miriam—doubtless dissecting events. "She aimed to disable the trap, but a vision gripped her, compelling activation instead."

"Could it stem from her skill's lack?"

"No. Sintra surpasses me as a Shaman."

That sealed it; the Blood Moon schemed.

’How to escape this? Is escape feasible?’ Evelyn balled her hands. ’If only Rex were here.’

Challenging a superior realm lay beyond her reach.

Indeed, her debut encounter, leaving her directionless.

"Don't worry excessively," Sintra soothed, spotting Evelyn’s clear worry. Youth brought novelties aplenty. "Your Alpha defied the Lunirich Gods, drawing their notice. But gods face limits against us.

"We're not their sole foes, demanding caution in targeting us." She continued.

Somewhat, Evelyn drew solace from her words.

’Lunirich Gods struck Rex lately. Unlikely they muster much,’ Evelyn agreed inwardly, then faced Sintra. "Divide forces into small units and disperse them outward. Facing the Blood Moon demands rage control.

"Tell Princess Selene likewise. Or if she suggests better, I'm listening." She appended.

Sintra inclined her head and departed.

Then, Evelyn noticed Gistella nearby. Alone, she scanned about, visibly distressed. Evelyn approached and settled close, "Gistella? What's troubling you?"

"Evelyn..." Gistella nodded in greeting, yet scanned persistently. "I truly don't know."

"Share your thoughts, Gistella,"

Evelyn urged.

They hovered in suspension, bracing for potential peril.

Any inkling from Gistella mattered.

"Simply, death's aura envelops us," Gistella revealed. "It's strange."

"Not from the casualties here?" Evelyn arched an eyebrow.

Once Undead, Gistella retained death energy detection. With blood drenching the field, sensing it seemed natural. Yet it unnerved her, "No, not the fallen. It's from us..."