The Invincible Full-Moon System

News of the duel between the Dancing Stripe Pack and the Silverstar Pack spread far.

As the rising power of the new era, the sheer mentioning of the pack, under the figure who killed the Fifthborn was capable of attracting attention from across the continent. Different parties from low, mid, and even high-rank Supernaturals had their eyes set on this.

Because of that, Prince Alaric was not the only observer of this battle.

Hiding in the shadows were prying eyes, burning what had happened here to memory.

Untraceable but was definitely there to witness what was about to happen.

One such observer was a figure looking down at the battlefield from a high cliff—a figure of storm, a gathering of dark clouds, that formed this figure with light azure eyes. He watched the Silverstar Pack clash against the waiting horde of Werewolves.

No expression could clearly be discerned from his face.

From the noticeable mark on the figure's forehead and his energy, recognizing him was easy.

He was Prince Leif, the Storm Prince.

"I have never known you to be someone who takes back the words that came directly out of your mouth, so what happened?" Another figure approached from the side, the yellow mark, glowing incredibly bright on her forehead, showing that she was also a Werewolf. "Don't you know it's rude to ask of that to me when the Honey Moon is gracing us right now?"

Prince Leif glanced to the side, "I know what I said, Selene, you don't need to rub it on me"

A chuckle escaped Princess Selene's lips.

She rarely had the chance to tease Prince Leif like this so she couldn't pass this chance.

Approaching and standing beside Prince Leif, she gazed at the battlefield, "I remembered the plan was to reach the tenth-rank realm before making our moves—what's changed? I already did you a favor. At the very least, you should give me this answer"

Instead of answering, Prince Leif pointed at his forehead before crossing his arms again.

Pointing at his dual King Mark.

"Ah... the good old will of the Gods," Prince Selene nodded and averted her gaze away.

Just that gesture alone was answer enough for her.

"I got their location—and this fight would show us the full extent of his Betas. But there's one thing that troubles me," Princess Selene muttered, squinting. "I don't think, the prince is here, I don't see—or sense him anywhere. Must I remind you that now is the Honey Moon? I should be able to sense his presence if he was here"

Prince Leif paused, looking at the faces of the Silverstar Pack on the battlefield.

"Maybe the Honey Moon did manage to overwhelm you, as your excuse to your pack," Prince Leif finally answered, casting a side-eye towards her, and smirk. "He is somewhere here, you can take my word for it. No chance that he would leave his pack members unattended—they are his only weakness"

Upon hearing this, Princess Selene gazed at him for a brief second before she shrugged.

Since he brought the will of the Gods, she decided to trust him.

"I'd love to serve the Gods but why not choose Prince Alaric rather than me?" She asked, still confused about that until now. "The Honey Moon gives me strength—but nothing to help you take down the false prince. Prince Alaric, on the other hand, would be able to help"

Not answering with words, Prince Leif stretched his hand towards her.

A subtle bleak blue light could be seen glowing from his hand.

Princess Selene gave her arm towards him—and before she knew it, Prince Leif gripped her hand tightly, and infused energy into her. It made her frown for a second, and when he took his hand off of her, there was a glowing mark there.

One look is all it takes for Princess Selene to realize what it was, "Herald Mark...?"

It was the Herald Mark of the Yule Moon.

Something that Princess Selene had never thought of having throughout her years of life.

Branding other royalties with a Herald Mark empowered by another full moon, should be an impossible task, but the mark on her was unmistakable. It was definitely a Herald Mark that belonged to the Yule Moon.

Then again, none has ever had a Yule Moon King Mark throughout history.

Maybe the Yule Moon could enhance royalties' power without inducing any side effects.

"Amongst the royalties, you are the fastest after me and with the Honey Moon, you're faster than me so I want your help. After we find that false prince—we only need to touch him and the unspoken God will take care of the rest" Prince Leif explained, and tossed a pouch filled with silver dust. "Coat that on your claws before engaging with him"

Peeking at the content, Princess Selene's frown deepened, "Using this...?"

"What about the Herald Mark?" She asked. "Why did you give it to me if dealing with the false prince uses this dust?" Princess Selene was confused, about this. If the silver dust was going to be used for the false prince then she didn't know the purpose of the Herald Mark.

Just then, Prince Leif's expression slightly tightened as his eyes flickered with killing intent.

He gazed at the ongoing battle ahead with this look.

"Dorlus... Dorlus died because of a particular Beta, from the Silverstar Pack. He should have succeeded in completing his task, but this Beta's resistance killed him. A Beta that currently was amongst them" Prince Leif finally answered, his eyes fixed on a young man in the midst of the Silverstar Pack group on the battlefield.

Following his gaze, Princess Selene saw the Beta he was talking about.

"So you want me to focus on giving this power to my Beta—who would face that Beta, during the duel, is that it?" She asked, smirking lightly. "Okay, I'll help you in taking care of that Beta. I never thought you were this kind of person but alright"

"Please..." Prince Leif scoffed. "I'm also an Alpha, I would avenge my Betas"

As he said that, Princess Selene smiled, "Oh, it seemed he sensed your killing intent..."

"By the end of this night, the Silverstar Pack will be no more," Prince Leif muttered raspingly.

Meanwhile, on the battlefield.

Following Adhara's command obediently, the entire Silverstar Pack remained in their human forms—resisting the urge to shift into their Werewolf forms despite the relentless assault of countless enemies and also the roaring taunt that came occasionally from the horde.

Since this was the night of the full moon, sudden spikes of emotions were hard to control.

Under the stress of the battle, their sanity was dropping.

If they were not extremely focused, they would surrender to their animalistic senses.

On top of that—the attacking Werewolves, bolstered by the Honey Moon, had surged to the eighth-rank realm—amplifying the pressure on the pack. Most of them were at the seventh-rank realm normally, but the night made them even stronger.

However, the Silverstar Pack maintained their triangle formation.

All of them pierced through the enemy lines like the unstoppable flight of an arrow.

Poor Werewolves that got into their ways were swiftly sliced apart, dismembered, or killed on the spot, no match for the pack's perfect synergy. Flunra—having anticipated the swarm had already inscribed enhancing runes on his packmates, boosting their physical prowess.

He protected the left flank, clashing with the enemy Werewolves.

Mainly, he hurled them back into their ranks to lessen the burden coming from the left flank.

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Gistella, positioned at the center of the formation—continuously created barriers, shielding the pack from blindside attacks. Her role was critical, her barriers allowed the pack to keep on going without the need to watch their backs.

She was the keystone of their formation.

At the very front was the Female Alpha, Adhara, defending the hardest corner.

Compared to the flanks—the Werewolves concentrated their assault from the front, the most effective way to break their advancing momentum, making Adhara's task, the hardest. Under the intense barrage from the front, she was forced to unleash spell after spell relentlessly.

Boom!

Boom!

Fire vortexes erupted in front of the pack, engulfing the Werewolves in a sea of flames.

Not stopping at that—those who evaded the blasts were cut down by violet flaming scimitars that whirled protectively around the pack. She even summoned her serpent spirit and allow it to go completely loose through the enemy ranks, sowing chaos while Flamy—perched on her shoulder, fired fireballs at anything within sight.

She was aking to a sprinting tank, decimating anything that got close to her.

However, she soon realized something.

Swoosh!

Adhara's eyes widened slightly when she saw a Werewolf penetrating through her flames.

It reached its claws cloaked with moonlight energy ahead, aiming to claw her face.

Slash!

Making a swift vertical slash, Adhara cuts the Werewolf into two, leaving behind a fiery line.

"He has a Herald Mark. It's getting harder the closer we get" She mused inwardly.

From this alone she could tell that the Alphas with King Marks would began to appear in the next mile or two—and she didn't know if she could keep this up, as her arcane mana was on the brink of being depleted.

She couldn't keep on going for long.

Glancing to the right, Adhara swatted another Werewolf, sending it hurling away with a slap.

On the right flank was Kyran, protecting his side with his icy power and dark element.

He tampered the Werewolves' senses, before impaling them, with ice spikes from below—but his focus was wavering, his eyes were focused on a direction, "Kyran! I'm being overwhelmed here! Guard your side better!" Adhara shouted.

Upon hearing this, Kyran realized that he was being distracted from the battle.

Moments later, he sensed a palpable killing intent coming from one direction.

It seemed to be directed to him and he was distracted by it.

'Someone wants to kill me but if it came from there, it shouldn't be coming from the pack we are going to face,' Kyran thought—channeling his power, and impaling dozens, with his ice. 'I should be alert, the one who wanted to kill me is extremely strong, perhaps an Alpha Prime'

Just then, dozens of Werewolves landed on the way led by their Alpha.

From the looks of it, they were all a part of one pack.

"I will make an offering to the Gods," the Alpha declared—spreading his claws to the side, as his eyes fixed on the incoming Silverstar Pack, particularly Adhara. "your corpses would be a delight for the Gods, and they would shower me with gifts for taking out false Werewolves!"

Howling in a union, his Betas were also excited.

Despite the number of deaths suffered by the Werewolves, they were not afraid.

Instead, the more Werewolves the Silverstar Pack kills the better.

Defeating them would make the Alpha and his pack's name spread to the world then.

Pointing ahead, the Betas immediately charged at the Silverstar Pack from the front.

Looking at his Betas charging ahead, the Alpha smirked and crossed his arms pridefully—but then the smirk on his face was wiped when something unbelievable—happened. Brandishing the sword, Adhara made a crescent cleave ahead infused with violet flames.

In slow motion, the Alpha had his eyes fixed on his cheerful Betas, anticipating glory.

But in the next second, the violet flames raged.

Swoosh!

He bore witness in horror as his Betas were cleaved in two, the hot blade cutting effortlessly through their thick, moonlight energy. The violet flames burned so intensely, that not a trace of blood was spilled, it was instantly vaporized.

In mere moments, dozens were dead, yet the Silverstar pack didn't falter.

Soon, the Alpha's pupils dilated as he locked eyes with Adhara, who closed the distance in the blink of an eye, her gaze blazing inches from him. Before he could react, she thrust her sword ahead, piercing his forehead.

Not stopping at that, she sliced downward with a vicious push.

Her flames trailing behind the arc of her blade bloom like a fire flower.

After doing that, the pack pressed forward, unstoppable.

Meters away behind them was the Alpha's carcass, sliced vertically with a burning line.

Despite his standing, it died like the normal Werewolves that died before him.

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