The Invincible Full-Moon System Chapter 1842: Eye of Blood

A brief time earlier, Adhara sensed a shift within herself.

The shift wasn't evident. It felt more like an intuition that something inside her had altered. With the ongoing clash against the brutal werewolves Laykard and Sven, she dismissed it quickly, though she registered it deep down.

Briefly, she suspected aid from Evelyn originating internally.

Recently, she'd acquired many powers unexpectedly, so she attributed this to Evelyn.

Yet it came from Evelyn not at all.

Adhara now understood it connected to Rex in the Spirit Realm.

Although Rex entered the Spirit Realm with a clear goal, his resolve to grow mightier remained unwavering. He must have been advancing swiftly there, and that advancement somehow affected those in the Mortal Realm.

'Am I a Demigod as well?' Adhara wondered, stunned.

'No... No, no, no, no, this is bad,' Miriam stuttered in terror while retreating, gazing at Adhara as if she were a monster. She frantically attempted to sort her ideas to assess the crisis, and as moments passed, the disaster loomed ever larger in her thoughts. 'Divinity doesn’t progress straightforwardly. Two Demigods won’t just mean twice the divinity of one. No. It could reach five times or even up to ten times.'

Her gaze then moved toward Evelyn's position.

Should Gistella and Adhara possess divine threads, it seemed likely Evelyn did too.

'And three Demigods...' Miriam gulped.

'What steps can we take to follow the rule?' Princess Selene inquired urgently.

'Not many options available.' Miriam shook her head. 'To comply with the rule and counter whatever Kaiser intends during this relaxed state, we must uproot the cause loosening it initially.'

'You suggest...'

'Correct. We must reduce the count of Demigods.'

Princess Selene glanced toward Gistella.

Almost on reflex, Adhara summoned her power, bracing for an assault.

Aligning with the Silverstar Pack leading to sure doom altered the entire scenario.

Princess Selene refused to endanger her followers.

'Attack, and you'll lose your head,' Adhara warned.

She already released a portion of the White Omicron’s aura via her bloodline, dominating all nearby werewolves except those excluded. An aura potent enough to pierce any werewolf's barriers.

A benefit of the Anti-werewolf bloodline.

Even Princess Selene would hesitate before striking her now.

Simultaneously, Evelyn came back.

'I couldn't connect with him,' she shared the grim update. She'd attempted to contact Rex several times, yet no response came. 'Unclear why I can't reach him, but I possess a way to boost my link to him. It requires time and assistance.'

Right away, Evelyn detected the strain in the atmosphere and the odd expressions on faces.

'What?' Her gaze sharpened intensely. 'What happened while I was gone?'

Adhara started to clarify the issue, but Gistella’s cry cut her off.

It rang out as a primal, agonizing wail from her core.

She collapsed onto the earth, clutching her head that appeared to be the origin of her agony.

'Hold on,' Adhara dropped to her knees—and held Gistella’s form. Her shaking eyes fixed on the ground, as though answers might emerge from intense focus. 'There has to be another path. There must exist a solution to overcome this...'

Adhara strained her mind desperately.

She'd witnessed Rex confront endless dire predicaments, always emerging victorious.

Yet without him here, the burden of this dire circumstance pressed down harder.

Only now did she grasp the true difficulty of tackling the insurmountable.

Rex had made it seem effortless, but it wasn't.

'What if we draw another God here?' Adhara turned sharply to Miriam. 'Would that succeed?'

'Theoretically, another God's intervention now would restrict Kaiser's choices, yes,' she affirmed with a nod, validating the idea's feasibility. 'But practically, that's unattainable. How would we entice another God to arrive?'

Though Evelyn remained unaware of the details, she instantly recalled Calidora or Flunra.

Each could offer aid in this moment.

Calidora might invoke the Blood God, whereas Flunra could unsettle the potential new God the Angels planned to harness and draw it over. 'I can't contact Flunra either. This Blood Moon seems to be cutting us off. But Calidora... perhaps I can get through to her.'

Unlike Evelyn, Adhara’s attention fixed on Princess Selene.

As the Princess of the Honey Moon, she held significance.

Should her existence be threatened, the Lunirich Goddess of the Honey Moon would likely intervene.

That would foil Kaiser’s scheme.

However, the moment had already passed.

Ngiing—!

Agony stabbed Adhara’s head as a shrill tone exploded within like a shrieking alarm.

She gasped in surprise, mouth agape, and her fingers automatically gripped her ear.

'Is this the noise tormenting Gistella?' She pondered inwardly, striving to withstand the assault.

Yet the pain proved too intense to resist.

Adhara fell to her knees as the piercing noise overpowered her.

'Great Luna, what's afflicting them?!' Evelyn cried silently, her features contorting upon catching the tone. It immobilized her completely, though she stayed upright. 'What kind of sound is this?!'

[Your Alpha has surpassed the bounds of mortality. You have ascended similarly and become a Demigod.]

'What?!' Evelyn drew in a sharp, icy breath. 'And then? What's causing this noise?'

[Demigod status has tiers. Lower ones enable sensing a God’s essence, but the drawback is this... Your psyche gets easily swamped by their essence. My Alpha is a Demigod too, and he endured this torment.]

Sintra rushed over and swiftly applied her moonlight energy to reinforce Evelyn’s mind.

Earlier, she'd urged Evelyn to calm down, viewing her as naive.

Now, she saw her own foolishness.

Above everything, Evelyn had to remain steady, lest the crisis worsen.

'Your Highness, what actions should we take?' Miriam sought direction.

They teetered at a junction with just two routes.

Delay, and those routes would seal permanently.

Princess Selene shut her eyes and pondered briefly. Within, the Lunirich Goddess of the Honey Moon conversed with her, advising her to step back and allow events to unfold. She expressed regret before reopening her eyes.

In her gaze, the choice stood firm.

'We'll withstand the Blood Moon,' she declared at last. 'Safeguard the Silverstar Pack.'

Miriam yearned to protest.

But the resolve in Princess Selene’s eyes prevented any challenge.

Obedience was her sole option.

'It's reminiscent of battling those cursed Ancient Humans once more,' Miriam laughed wryly at the audacity she now joined. Defying a God—that marked a first in her lifetime. 'Our odds of survival here are slim. Are you certain?'

'Begin the preparations,' Princess Selene replied, then bounded toward the cathedral half a mile away to the left.

Grasping the black lightning rod, she observed the others' locations.

Aooouuu—!

A summons.

Her howl resounded across the whole valley, extending to the border armies awaiting orders since departure proved impossible. Amid the chaos, her cry formed a lovely tune.

It resounded like the night's own song.

All responded to her summons, even the empire’s troops, converging to reform ranks.

Yet that's when the event transpired.

An immense force descended over the realm.

Princess Selene raised her sight and saw the Blood Moon expanding—its scarlet glow eclipsing the stars as though consuming them entirely. For ages, it served as a companion to werewolves.

A remote, vigilant gaze bestowing vast strength.

This night, the Blood Moon turned foe.

At its heart, a speck emerged.

Tiny initially, trivial, just a dark spot amid the crimson.

Then it expanded.

The globe quaked in every part—a profound, ruinous quake rippling through dirt and rock. Ground cracked beneath. Atmosphere quivered. Throughout the valley, altered beasts lifted their calls in unified shrieks.

A eerie dirge foretelling doom alone.

Princess Selene felt her limbs weaken while observing the shadow's advance.

It engulfed the Blood Moon’s face before widening with the dread slowness of spreading beams.

Yet this differed from simple beams.

She observed the beams morph into a tilted eye's form. The Blood Moon formed the pupil. The shadow became its core. Then, the red glow extended more, slashing the heavens like a celestial gash.

The once-complete moon had become something infinitely more terrifying.

An eye. A divine eye, finally unveiling, peering at the mortals as if at vermin.

The left extension of moonlight devoured constellations, absorbing them fully. The right extension mimicked, shredding the Mortal Realm's shroud until stars dimmed and vanished along its trail.

The eye swelled to dominate the skyline.

Until nothing remained visible save it.

Until only Kaiser persisted.

'Dear Origin,' Princess Selene steadied herself to confront the impending ordeal. 'Grant me the power to confront this.'

Suddenly, the shadow ripped apart.

Not akin to cloth. Not like skin. But as if existence split for a superior entity. Past it lay an expanse painful to perceive. Landscapes of unfathomable black and red, swirling voids that disoriented upon viewing, abysses beyond measurement.

And upon complete opening, the atmosphere wailed before silence engulfed all.

Every worldly noise vanished.

Princess Selene heard neither her pulse nor her respiration.

Through that rift in dimensions, descending from unreachable elevations, two forms beheld the world after endless eras. One was a werewolf of unimaginable size. Its red fur, soaked and gleaming with gore, stirred not by breeze but by the essences of countless billions ensnared in each viscous thread.

They twisted. They howled. Their cries built an eternal, tortured symphony that clawed at existence.

It rang loudest from the necklace encircling its throat.

All victims of its talons now adorned its boundless power.

And next to it loomed the companion.

A being of golden grace possessing peacock allure.

Its eyes gleamed honey-yellow, yet failed to mask the malice within.

A single glance revealed their identities to Princess Selene. Ancestral tales had depicted these entities. Whispers of their strength—and poise. But now, she confronted these transcendent figures directly.

She faced Kaiser and Meloriana in true form.

Deities manifested physically.

Princess Selene’s frame seized immediately. Merely viewing these entities via the fragile barrier dividing realms inflicted inner wounds. She desired to avert her gaze, to flee, but paralysis gripped her.

Her form refused obedience, and her choice stood resolute.

Survival or demise hinged on repelling the Gods.

Kaiser raised a digit, conjuring blood that twisted into a orb.

No larger than a tennis ball, he dispatched it leisurely toward the Mortal Realm.

Princess Selene clenched her jaws, preparing to counter, but as the orb crossed the dividing veil, it transformed. From tennis-ball dimensions, it ballooned instantly to a five-mile meteor's scale.

'Do we stand any chance...?'