The Invincible Full-Moon System

Chapter 1265 Initial Wave

On the balcony of the Silverstar castle was a figure of elegance epitome.

Breezed by the night's cold air, Evelyn's fiery hair fluttered behind her as she gazed up at the Honey Moon—gleaming brilliantly in the sky like the most beautiful pearl. It brought an effect so serene that she couldn't help but appreciate it.

Had it been any other day, this would've been a perfect night to relax and settle down.

But this night was the complete exception.

Despite the weird occurrence, she saw with the Angels and the pure chaos energy, her mind was not seized by that incident—but by another instead. She knew that this night was a test for the others, a test that was trust on them suddenly.

No matter how much she tried to distract herself, she couldn't take it out of her mind.

Concern and fear made her stand on the balcony in silence.

Evelyn and the others were separated by miles upon miles of land.

However her connection with them as the Luna remained strong, she could directly feel what the others were feeling right now. It was fine earlier, but now she felt the link was drowned in adrenaline and sweat.

It was starting—the battle between them against the opposing Werewolves was starting.

Because of that very reason, she couldn't sit still and desperately needed fresh air.

"All of them are very stubborn, I should've been there," Evelyn sighed, she tried to sway the others to bring her along, so that they would gain the boost from being within her presence but all of them declined. "I know what this challenge meant for all of you, but this..."

Shaking her head, Evelyn could only stare at the Honey Moon and hoped for the best.

Just then, she took out an item from her pocket.

Evelyn took out the moon earrings that she found inside the Dark Elf Kingdom's treasury.

Despite not knowing what they were exactly, and what their worth was, she knew that they were valuable from the fact that five Lunar Bees—latched onto them back then. Lunar Bees are beings that are identical to the Honey Moon.

She knew what the Lunar Bees were used for.

After Prof. K's sudden visit to the castle, he quickly excused himself once again.

Linthia, Giana—and he were tasked to use the Lunar Bees gathered by the forces under the Clarentium Empire and collect their riches. Since the pack itself was busy with several kinds of problems, they were the only ones free to do this task.

From Prof. K's explanation, she knew that the Lunar Bees are attracted to powerful items.

Since these moon earrings attracted five Lunar Bees, they should be really valuable.

"I can't stay like this, I need to help them" Evelyn muttered and turned around.

Entering the castle once again—she stopped at the entrance, before she waved her hand at Valthor within the room with her, "Leave me, and don't let anyone, enter this room. Not even Ryze or Naela"

Upon hearing this, Valthor bowed and exited the room, closing the door behind him.

Following that, Evelyn took a seat on a chair to the side.

It was silence in the castle, but her senses were everywhere—she could feel the others were in the middle of a fight—and that sensation put her on edge. She could feel Adhara's burning desire to uphold her position as the Female Alpha, the iciness of Kyran's heart, the tension of Flunra's muscles, and even the rapid circulation of Gistella's moonlight energy.

All of this shows that they were fighting and this left Evelyn breathless.

Due to these sensations, Evelyn's expression tightened.

Closing her eyes, she began to probe her Luna energy which was less than she remembered, and placed all of her focus on it, "Just like last time, feel it, I can reach them..." She whispered in full focus, recalling the sensation she felt when she stood on the battlefield back then.

Back when they were still against the Fifthborn.

Evelyn remembered that she could use her Luna energy more freely back then.

She could reach everyone and spread her enhancement through all of them.

However, no matter how much she tried, she couldn't feel the feeling she felt back then.

"Do I need a stimulus?" She asked inwardly—biting her lower lip in frustration. "Do I need to be in a near-death situation to feel that again?" Just as she said that, her eyes caught sight of the moon earrings sprinkling out purple dust once again.

Following her instincts, Evelyn put the moon earrings on.

Expecting something to happen, she was soon disappointed as nothing happened.

A monstrous Werewolf leaped into view on their far right.

Its thick, black fur glistened ominously, failing to conceal the armor-like scales beneath, this was no ordinary Werewolf—it was from the third generation, the elite of the elite—forged, in the furnace of war throughout their whole lives.

Not to mention, its presence was massive.

Undoubtedly, it was an Alpha, an Alpha of terrifying caliber.

Just the sheer power radiating from it was at the very peak of the ninth-rank realm.

An unimaginable force for a mere Alpha.

"An Alpha Prime..." Flunra muttered at the sight of this Werewolf, identifying it instantly.

Catching this new term, the others cast him a questioning look before he clarified, "It was a higher rank of an Alpha, in the Werewolf Kingdom, they have the power of ten or even more Alphas. A true apex weaker only to the royalties"

Upon hearing this, Kyran and Adhara's eyes glistened fiercely.

It seemed both of them had the same thought in mind.

Emerging out of nowhere—the Alpha Prime's predatory eyes, filled with killing intent locked onto the sprinting Silverstar Pack, in the distance. It then flared its chest—planting one foot forward, and with savage fury, it clawed its own chest, tearing into its flesh.

Soon, the powerful beast then roared toward the sky.

A menacing sight of it roaring with the backdrop of the Honey Moon shining from behind.

It unleashed a circular soundwave that exploded outward.

Even though the impact felt more like a fierce breeze than a deadly force, the roar was a call to arms. In response to its roar—dozens, if not hundreds, of Werewolves emerged from right behind, each growling and howling, creating a death requiem that spread and echoed.

All of them were baring their fangs and tongues, savoring the challenge ahead.

ROARR!!

"Here they come..."

Another roar echoed—and the Werewolves charged forward like a tidal wave of darkness, an unstoppable legion of the night that even the light seemed powerless against. It was unclear how many packs has gathered here, but their hostile intent toward the Silverstar Pack was in the clear.

Seeing them coming, Adhara unsheathed her red prudian sword, emanating heat already.

Swoosh!

Violet flames ignited along its blade—casting an eerie glow against the night's darkness.

Following her lead, the others also prepared their weapon of choice, forming a very compact triangle formation through nothing, but telepathy. Gistella was at the center while the others acted as the angles of the triangle.

Not long, the ground beneath them trembled as the enemy horde drew near.

Each of their hearts pounding in unison.

Graah!!

It was then the first Werewolf lunged at them from the side, fangs and claws bared.

But Adhara moved swiftly—her eyes locked onto the creature, and with a precise strike, she impaled it from below through the mouth, silencing its roar. With a powerful thrust, she lifted the Werewolf skyward and unleashed a torrent of flames, reducing it to ashes.

A grim warning to those who dared follow.

"Nobody should get hurt in this initial wave. Show them who the superior Werewolves are!"

From above the open space, Prince Alaric observed.

He observed the Silverstar Pack through an eye forged from pure kingly energy, scrutinizing the battlefield. His gaze narrowed, when he noticed the absence of the Royal Black Prince—no sign of their Alpha anywhere.

Such a sight puzzled him.

It seemed the Silverstar Pack came without their Alpha.

Other than it being reckless, it was also a blatant mockery of the prince towards them.

"Arrogance or cunning...?" He mused inwardly. "I'm excited to find out which one he is"