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

Chapter 1842: Eye of Blood

Moments ago, Adhara felt a change in her.

It wasn’t an obvious change. More like a feeling that something about her changed. She didn’t put much thought into it since he was in the middle of a battle, facing two ferocious werewolves, Laykard and Sven, but she felt it nevertheless.

For a fleeting moment, she thought it was an internal help from Evelyn.

Lately, she had been gaining numerous abilities seemingly out of nowhere, so she pinned this on Evelyn.

But it wasn’t Evelyn.

Now, Adhara realized that it had something to do with Rex in the Spirit Realm.

Even though Rex has a purpose in venturing into the Spirit Realm, his determination to become stronger will never wane. He must’ve been growing stronger rapidly there, and that somehow influenced the rest back in the Mortal Realm.

’I’m a Demigod, too?’ Adhara thought in shock.

“No… No, no, no, no, this is bad,” Miriam stammered fearfully as she stepped away, looking at Adhara like looking at an abomination. She desperately tries to gather her thoughts to analyze the situation, and with each second, the predicament only gets worse and worse in her mind. “Divinity isn’t linear. Two Demigods doesn’t mean double the divinity from one Demigod. No. It can be five times or even as high as ten times.”

Her eyes then shifted to where Evelyn should be.

If Gistella and Adhara have divine strands, then it’s almost certain that it was the same for Evelyn, too.

“And three Demigods…” Miriam swallowed.

“What can we do to adhere to the rule?” Princess Selene quickly asked.

“Not much we can do.” Miriam shook her head. “The only way we can adhere to the rule and mitigate whatever Kaiser plans to do while the rule is loosened is to tear out the roots causing it to be loosened in the first place.”

“You mean…”

“Yes. We need to decrease the number of Demigods.”

Princess Selene turned to look at Gistella.

And almost instinctively, Adhara channeled her energy, expecting her to attack.

If certain death was the consequence of siding with the Silverstar Pack, then that changed everything.

Princess Selene wouldn’t want to sacrifice her people.

“Make a move, and your head will roll,” Adhara threatened.

She was already exuding a fraction of the White Omicron’s aura through her bloodline, suppressing all the werewolves near her except those she didn’t target. An aura that was strong enough to sear through the defense of any werewolf.

A perk for having the Anti-werewolf bloodline.

Even Princess Selene would think twice about attacking her right now.

At the same time, Evelyn returned.

“I can’t contact him,” She delivered the bad news. She already tried reaching out to Rex multiple times, but there was no answer from the other side. “I don’t know why I can’t reach him, but I have a method to amplify my connection to him. But I need time and help.”

Just then, Evelyn noticed the tension in the air and how the others looked weird.

“What?” Her eyes narrowed sharply. “What did I miss?”

Adhara was about to explain the situation, but Gistella’s scream interrupted her.

It was a raw, painful scream that came from deep inside her.

She melted into the ground while cradling her head that seemed to be the source of her torment.

“Hang in there,” Adhara knelt down—and cradled Gistella’s body. Her trembling eyes were looking at the ground as if the answer would appear if she stared hard enough. “There must be another way. There must be a way to go through this…”

Adhara wracked her brain.

She had seen Rex face countless impossible situations before, and in the end, he always found a way.

But right now, without his presence, the weight of the impossible situation seemed heavier.

It was only now that she realized how hard it was to go through the impossible.

Rex made it look easy, but it’s not.

“What about if we lure another God to this place? Adhara snapped towards Miriam. “Will that work?”

“In theory, if there’s another God who’d make a move right now, then that’ll limit Kaiser’s options, yes,” She nodded—confirming that it’s plausible. “But that’s simply impossible in application. How can we lure another God to come here?”

Evelyn didn’t know what was going on, but she immediately thought of Calidora or Flunra.

Both might be able to help them right now.

Calidora could summon the Blood God, while Flunra could disturb the new possible God that the Angels were going to use as a source of power and bring it here. ’I can’t reach Flunra, too. I think this Blood Moon is isolating us. But Calidora… I might be able to reach her.’

Contrary to Evelyn, Adhara’s eyes settled on Princess Selene.

She’s the Princess of the Honey Moon.

If her life is in danger, the Lunirich Goddess of the Honey Moon should also want to help.

That’ll disrupt Kaiser’s plan.

But it was already too late.

Ngiing—!

Pain lanced through Adhara’s skull as a piercing ring blared inside her head like a wailing siren.

She gasped in shock, jaw slack, and her hand instinctively clawed her ear.

’Is this what Gistella is hearing?’ She thought inside, trying to endure the sound as much as possible.

But it was too painful for her to beat.

Adhara crumpled to her knees as the ringing sound overwhelmed her.

’Great Luna, what’s happening to them?!’ Evelyn screamed inside her mind, but her face also twitched when she heard the ringing sound. It paralyzed her entire body, but she remained standing. ’What is this sound?!’

[Your Alpha had breached the threshold of mortality. You also got elevated and became a Demigod.]

’What?!’ Evelyn sucked in a cold breath. ’And then? What’s this sound?’

[There are levels to being a Demigod. And the lower ranks allow the Demigod to feel a God’s presence, but the downside to that is this… Your mind is easily overwhelmed by their presence. My Alpha is also a Demigod, and he has experienced this pain.]

Sintra came in a hurry and immediately used her moonlight energy to fortify Evelyn’s mind.

She was the one telling Evelyn to relax earlier, treating her like a young fool.

Now, she realized that she was the one acting like a fool.

Above all, Evelyn needed to keep standing, or else the situation would turn for the worse.

“Your Highness, what should we do?” Miriam asked for guidance.

Right now, they stood at a crossroads with only two paths.

Hesitate, and those paths would close for good.

Princess Selene closed her eyes and contemplated for a few seconds. Inside, the Lunirich Goddess of the Honey Moon is talking to her. Telling her to stand aside and let everything happen. She apologizes and then opens her eyes again.

Behind her eyes, the decision has already been made.

“Let’s endure the Blood Moon,” She said finally. “Protect the Silverstar Pack.”

Miriam wanted to argue.

But seeing the determination behind Princess Selene’s eyes, she simply couldn’t bring herself to do that.

All she could do was obey.

“It’s like fighting against those damn Ancient Humans again,” Miriam chuckled at the recklessness she was now participating in. Going against a God—that’s the first time in her entire life. “We have a very high chance of dying here. Are you sure?”

“Start preparations,” Princess Selene answered, and leaped onto the cathedral half a mile to the left.

She held the black lightning rod and looked at where the others were.

Aooouuu—!

A calling.

Her howl reverberated through the entire valley, reaching all the way to the armies on the border, which were waiting for further instructions when they could not leave. Despite the situation, her howl was a beautiful melody.

It echoed like the singing of the night itself.

Everyone heeded her call, including the empire’s forces, and returned to regroup.

But it was then that it finally happened.

A heavy pressure dawned upon the world.

Princess Selene looked up and witnessed the Blood Moon growing bigger—its crimson light drowning out the stars as if it had swallowed them whole. For millennia, it had been nothing more than a friend to the werewolves.

A distant, watchful eye that graced them with immeasurable power.

Tonight, the Blood Moon is an enemy.

At its center, a dot appeared.

Small at first, insignificant, a mere fleck of darkness against the blood-red.

Then it grew.

Every corner of the world shuddered—a deep, catastrophic tremor that coursed through soil and stone alike. The earth split under. Air trembled. And across the valley, mutated animals raised their voices in a chorus of squeals.

A haunting requiem that promised only death.

Princess Selene felt her legs growing weak as she watched the darkness spread.

It devoured the Blood Moon’s surface and then expanded with the terrible patience of stretching light.

But this was no mere light.

She watched as the light transformed into the shape of a slanted eye. The Blood Moon becomes the iris. And the blackness became its center. And then, the crimson light stretched further, ripping across the firmament like a wound in the sky.

What had been a full moon was now something far worse.

An eye. A God’s eye, opening at last, staring down at the mortals like looking at insects.

The leftward stretch of moonlight bled across the constellations, swallowing them whole. The rightward stretch followed suit, tearing the veil of the Mortal Realm until the stars themselves flickered and died in its path.

The eye grew until it filled the horizon.

Until there was nothing else to see other than it.

Until there was only Kaiser.

“Dear Origin,” Princess Selene anchored herself and braced for what was about to come. “Give me strength to face this.”

Just then, the blackness tore open.

Not like fabric. Not like flesh. But like reality parting for something greater. Beyond it stretched what can only be described as an expanse that hurt to behold. Vistas of impossible black and red, dizzying ink that swirled when stared at, depths that couldn’t be measured.

And once it fully opened, the air itself screamed before everything turned silent.

All sounds of the world were muted.

Princess Selene couldn’t even hear the sound of her own heartbeat or even her breath.

For through that dimensional tear, looking down from heights no sky could reach, two figures gazed upon the world for the first time in countless ages. One was a werewolf of impossible stature. Its crimson fur, matted and slick with blood, moved not with wind but with souls of billions upon billions that are trapped within each dripping strand.

They writhed. They screamed. Their voices rose in a perpetual, agonized chorus that scraped reality.

It was especially loud from the garland around its neck.

Every being that had fallen to its claws was now a decoration for its impossible might.

And beside it stood the other.

A figure of honeyed elegance with peacock beauty.

Its eyes were bee-gold, but their radiance couldn’t hide the spite behind them.

Just one look at them, and Princess Selene instantly recognized them. She has heard descriptions of these beings from her ancestors. Rumors of their might—and elegance. But now, she was face-to-face with these impossible beings.

She was now face-to-face with Kaiser and Meloriana in the flesh.

Gods in their actual form.

Princess Selene’s body immediately convulsed. She was suffering internal damage from simply looking at these beings through the thin veil that separated the Mortal Realm from their realm. She wanted to look away, wanted to run away, but she couldn’t.

Her body wouldn’t listen, and she had already made a decision.

Live or die, it all depends on whether she can fend off the Gods.

Kaiser lifted up a finger and summoned blood that swirled and formed into a sphere.

It was as small as a tennis ball, and with nonchalance, he sent it slowly down to the Mortal Realm.

Princess Selene gritted her teeth, readying herself to retaliate, but the moment the sphere passed through the veil separating the two realms, it changed. From the size of a tennis ball, it instantly grew into the size of a five-mile asteroid.

“Do we even have a chance…?”