The Invincible Full-Moon System Chapter 1846: Noticing the Danger

It was a complete massacre.

Godlings were killing countless foes on a massive scale, yet surprisingly, their own morale crumbled first.

As superior entities—born in elevated realms, they typically crushed the ordinary humans dwelling in this vulnerable world. Wiping them out en masse felt no different from eradicating an ant colony.

It barely merited a second thought.

Yet for the humans, the reality flipped entirely.

Each blow they landed on a Godling, no matter how minor the injury, sparked an unprecedented surge in their spirits. Inflicting pain on such exalted creatures had never even entered their dreams.

They’d dismissed it as utterly unattainable.

But now, their attacks finally connected with those lofty foes.

And the thrill was intoxicating.

Dwarves gave their lives to amplify their magic’s force and pinned a Godling down. Elves offered up the frail among them to forge a single arrow—capable of tearing through Godling flesh. Humans gathered their inner power and exploded their forms. While lesser races threw their bodies forward as living barriers—or binding chains to restrain the Godlings.

Rex had endured immense costs to chase after peace.

His allies from human lands, Lauren and Daniel, who grasped the full truth, spread his tale far and wide. Establishing the Clarentium Empire—and drawing kingdoms under his mighty protection—came only after rivers of blood and endless sorrow.

Every moment he lived was devoted to shielding those he commanded.

He walked the brutal road to strength solely to safeguard their kin. Their communities. Their very kind.

And as loyal followers, how could they merely harvest the rewards without mirroring his sacrifices?

Across the globe, all recognized Rex’s deep affection for those near him—the Silverstar Pack.

Even if it meant their final act, they’d charge in without a moment’s pause.

Besides, perishing at the strike of a superior entity carried unmatched honor.

"You’ve trained them effectively," Princess Selene observed the fierce battle—and approved of the raw resolve in Evelyn’s forces. It demanded at least a dozen of the weakest or hundreds of the strongest to fell a Godling, yet fear held none of them back. "I’d venture... You’ve prepared them superior to my own."

Evelyn felt deep satisfaction at the sight before her.

It grew gruesome, yet she sensed these warriors acted out of pure choice.

She hadn’t compelled them to give their lives for victory.

Naturally, she’d ensured their mental and physical well-being throughout. Her strategy included uplifting their spirits with her soothing presence, while avoiding needless loss of life.

And in turn, their fierce will when trapped ignited like an inferno.

Moreover, their sense of obligation to Rex drove them further.

She perceived it plainly.

"They battle not just for Rex or myself," Evelyn denied with a shake of her head. "They defend their loved ones. Should the empire crumble, the world would slide back to its former chaos. Along with it, the endless wheel of enmity would spin once more, devouring them and all they hold dear."

Thanks to the empire’s rise, conflicts had eased considerably across the land.

Versus a year prior, conditions had improved vastly.

But reshaping deep-seated animosities proved no simple task. Time remained essential to truly suppress that vicious cycle. At present, the calm scratched only the surface. Major powers feared depleting their ranks and handed the empire chances to seize them or their rivals.

Rex and his realm already wielded formidable might.

No reason to gamble and bolster him or the empire further.

Evelyn observed the field turning in their favor. Her troops roared in triumph as Godlings toppled one after another—gradually at the start, then in droves as the tide shifted. All due to the vast gap in fighting spirit between the factions.

Joy flared intensely in every human soul.

Conversely, the Godlings began to waver, displaying flickers of unease.

Uncertainty gripped them, for mortals weren’t meant to retaliate. And if they dared, they lacked the might to stand against them. Witnessing fellow Godlings perish cracked their unbreakable confidence.

This stemmed from the world’s rebirth.

Many had grown far mightier, arming them with sufficient brute force to challenge Godlings.

Though she’d doubted it moments ago, Evelyn permitted a spark of optimism—defying the odds, defying the onslaught of these descended superiors intent on slaying them and flooding the realm in carnage, they might hold out against these foes until Rex’s return.

Boom—!

Evelyn’s gaze captured the powerful surge of force from Gistella in the distance.

Her shadowed core had been absorbing the slain Godlings, drawing their divine essence into her talons. Once saturated, her initial assault unleashed the pent-up fury. A detonation born of their brethren’s power felled two additional Godlings in a flash.

Reduced to dust, without a single bone intact.

And with even greater boldness, Evelyn dared to imagine they might claim outright victory.

...

"I believe we’re nearing it," Prof. K peered into the dense foliage—and confirmed with a firm nod. "I can already detect foul omens up front. Shall we hasten our steps?"

Flunra scanned the path ahead as well.

For consecutive days, the team had trailed their gut feelings and the guidance from the seized Angels. Little trouble arose during the journey, save for a full day spent concealed to evade the Blood Moon, which proved fortunate. Thanks to that, they advanced substantially.

Fortunate indeed, given how navigation grew nightmarishly complex post-Second Breath.

The entire landscape transformed.

Ancient terrains from bygone times resurfaced, merging with contemporary features.

This chaotic blend rendered everything bewildering.

Markers Flunra recalled from ages ago offered only hazy clues to their position. Pinpointing exact locations bordered on impossible. But presently, they pursued a sinister odor.

A stench eerily akin to that of a Chaos Phantom.

"No," Flunra refused with a head shake. "Prioritize caution."

Prof. K agreed knowingly.

Currently, they traveled solo and exposed, demanding utmost vigilance.

After all, despite a trouble-free path so far, the terrain itself had nearly devoured them repeatedly. Perilous grounds, concealed chasms, vanishing trails, and myriad lethal hazards that would slay the unprepared without mercy.

And ever-present loomed the issue of Order Beasts.

Some battled over domains within hearing range.

Each skirmish shook the earth, starkly warning how swiftly the group might stumble into the fray.

Even the feeblest Order Beast could eradicate them effortlessly, demanding constant wariness.

Yet midway, Flunra halted abruptly.

Prof. K eyed him puzzled, "What is it? I sense nothing."

"Exactly the problem," Flunra whispered.

Since Evelyn’s abrupt summons pulled him into the Spirit Realm to aid Rex, he’d attempted to reach her and inquire about her actions. But responses eluded him.

The same held when probing his links to Adhara and Gistella.

Still, his efforts connected successfully.

They simply chose not to reply.

Now, a shift registered. The bonds vanished entirely. Renewed attempts yielded only echoing quiet from their end. This unnerved him beyond measure, as it defied all logic.

Even Rex’s faint tie persisted, despite his otherworldly location.

For contact with Adhara, Evelyn, and Gistella to sever completely screamed trouble.

Something grave had occurred, churning his gut with dread.

"Prof. K, guide the rest to the end and fulfill our mission." Flunra pivoted, fixing his stare toward the last known spot of Evelyn and the group. "I must head elsewhere. I’ll rejoin you soon—keep pressing on."

Without awaiting acknowledgment, Flunra bolted off.

He’d urged a measured, secure advance before, but now he surged like a fiend unleashed.

Harnessing an ancient beast’s might, he ripped through space at breakneck velocity. Obstacles in his path parted violently—trees crushed flat, winds exploded. He barreled past altered creatures and skirted Order Beasts while hurtling toward the others.

'The Blood Moon has faded,' he pondered inwardly. 'What threat could endanger them now? I might be fretting needlessly, but better to verify.'

Swoosh—!

...

Far off across endless distances, another duo sped with frantic urgency.

Kyran cradled Naela as he dashed through the Dark Elf’s shadowy, lush woodland.

Her appearance seemed dire, laced with clear irritation.

Upon discovering her ordeal, Kyran couldn’t resist racing to her side.

And upon witnessing Naela’s state, with a rib pilfered from her and etched eternally to prevent mending—his rage ignited. Nearly half the Dark Elves’ forces mobilized underground to contain him as the Blood Moon drove him into a frenzy.

He disregarded Evelyn’s summons entirely, craving only to remain beside Naela.

Furthermore, he’d caught the Angel perpetrator’s trail.

No matter the Angel’s meticulous cover, it proved futile against Kyran. His perceptions transcended mortal bounds, delving into the ethereal. He detected scents beyond ordinary grasp, securing the vital trace.

Undoubtedly, his sole desire burned to hunt that Angel and festoon Naela’s threshold with its guts, hide, and skull. A grim warning to any daring to touch her, yet he held back, awaiting her revival.

Qonvale aided her awakening.

But upon grasping Kyran’s defiance of Evelyn’s call, Naela felt no warmth.

His budding openness toward her stirred no joy.

Instead, fury gripped her.

For the first time, Kyran beheld her wrath, leaving him stunned.

'I refuse to be the cause of you shirking your role as Rex’s right hand. I’d prefer death.'

Naela’s declaration reverberated in Kyran’s thoughts as he sprinted.

He’d countered that his vow to Rex demanded safeguarding her as fiercely as Rex guarded the rest. If Rex stood present, he’d insist Kyran protect Naela—or so he claimed.

Yet she dismissed his justifications outright.

How could he shield her while abandoning his responsibilities? She fired back.

Thus, he now raced toward the group’s presumed location.

Naela insisted he carry her if he truly feared the Angel’s return.

Though frail and unsteady, her resolve blazed fiercer than before.

Come what may, she’d brook no refusal.

And maybe that proved wise, 'I can’t reach Evelyn... Perhaps peril has struck.'

Kyran gritted his teeth as fate seldom favored him. Somehow, he sensed an unseen power scheming against him, twisting every choice into error, breeding mounting exasperation.

"If harm befalls them while you’re absent," Naela fixed him with a severe glance. "You’ll inter my remains as well."

"Fine, I get it," Kyran retorted sharply. Lingering Blood Moon remnants fueled his emotional volatility. "Spare me the repetition of points already drilled in. I won’t allow misfortune to touch them."

"See that you don’t," Naela turned her eyes away, ire unabated.