The Invincible Full-Moon System

As seen from the gleaming crystal chandelier above the training chamber—the people within each section were focused in their training, focused in becoming stronger. Each was utilizing different methods to prepare themselves for the incoming duel.

Rex didn't say much about the duel, but he did press on one thing.

It was important for them to win the duel.

Knowing that Rex barely asked for them to do anything, normally tackling all problems on his own, this was a rare situation, and also a rare chance for them—they were given the chance, that they always wanted.

None of them wanted to mess this up, and it shows from their rigorous training.

In one of the sections, a composed figure stood ready, breaths ready.

Kyran had already sent the signal to Adhara, and felt a pang of worry for her safety, but there was nothing he could do so he decided to focus on his training, trusting Adhara to handle her part successfully. Continue reading at M-V-L

He then clicked on a holographic interface levitating beside him.

Six dummies boasting moonlight energy equivalent to a ninth-rank realm appeared.

Defeating these dummies would not be a challenge if he used his full power—without holding anything back, but that wasn't the goal of his training. He had spent the past days honing his close combat technique and had warmed up sufficiently.

Taking care of the Dark Elves was hardly a challenge, so he warmed up first.

Now, it was time to advance to the next step of his preparation.

"I don't know what kind of Werewolf I turned into, but now I have ice powers," Kyran muttered to himself, looking at the palm of his hand. "It was powerful and useful, but it has one evident weakness... it was slow. If I don't catch them off-guard, then it won't hit. I need an attack that would be my faster option"

Swoosh...

Slowly, Kyran began to channel his azure moonlight energy.

Despite knowing that Werewolves responded to wrath, the core of their gift, he decided that relying on it all the time would not be ideal. He saw many Werewolves in Iseldra's realm, who chose not to use the wrath route in some fights and still showed exceptional skill.

Albeit confusing at first, he gets it after many times watching them fight.

Tapping into his wrath was beneficial for raw power but would certainly drain his intelligence.

It would be bad if he was fighting an intelligent opponent.

Unlike the Blood Moon or the Storm Moon, the Honey Moon was all about harmony and utter calmness, angered only if provoked. Considering that—his enemy in the duel has a very high chance of being a calm and composed Werewolf.

Due to that, he needs to enhance his fighting style outside of going on a rampage.

As moonlight energy cascaded over his body like a waterfall, he gazed ahead at one dummy.

Giving it a nod, the dummy blitzed the distance between them.

Swoosh!

Before it could reach him—Kyran gathered all his moonlight energy, into his fist, causing even the aura around his body to vanish. He then punched forward—when the dummy was meters away from him, firing a laser of azure moonlight energy that struck the dummy in the chest.

Bam!

Upon being hit, the dummy was propelled backward, crashing to the other side.

However, it slowly rose again, revealing only a dent in its chest.

Kyran's eyes narrowed in displeasure, "How did Rex do it?"

"He used force energy to do this, so it should be possible, let's try it again," He mused.

Not giving up easily as this was the start, he continued his training.

Meanwhile, within the neighboring section from Kyran's section was Gistella.

Unlike Kyran, who was addressing one of his weaknesses—Gistella was taking an entirely different approach. She had been feeling unwell, since she was told to absorb the Passue carcasses.

Although absorbing them granted her a massive amount of energy, it also made her sick.

Maybe due to their nature of energy that made her feel like this.

She had been passive because of that.

Gistella was even surprised she had managed to endure the nauseating sensation, without the others noticing, especially Rex. However—with the ongoing issues with the Angels and the peculiar Chaos Phantoms, the others were too distracted to notice her condition.

Now, she was forcing herself to devour the remaining Passue carcasses.

Only one more remained before she could begin consolidating the amassed energy.

However, absorbing the last one was proving to be extremely difficult.

Her black heart ached as if she were on the brink of a heart attack, Gistella did not know if her body, could handle this much energy. Despite this—the awareness that she was falling behind in power and the expectations Rex had for her, she knew she couldn't stop.

"One more... one more... I can do this," She uttered, cheering on herself painfully.

She needed to absorb them all without fail and catch up to the others.

Prostrating on the ground, Gistella bit her lower lip so hard, it began to bleed from the pain in her black heart. Breathing heavily—she raised her exhausted—and weak eyes and pulled the last carcass towards her.

Giving her all, she tried to activate her power to decompose the carcass into sheer energy.

But she stopped immediately in the next second as she coughed blood.

In frustration, tears began to drizzle down her face.

"Come on, endure, please endure this..." She begged her own body to endure, crying as her heart was filled with frustration and guilt. "Rex didn't blame me for that, but I blamed myself—I need to do this, I need to atone for my mistake..."

Despite the setback, she gritted her teeth and continued.

At the center section of the training chamber, a figure stood with his eyes closed.

He was surrounded by four stones engraved with sophisticated runic symbols, each stone bore a unique symbol, and the number of strokes to make them as well as the dense runic energy pulsing from them were signs of high comprehension and mastery of ancient runes by their creator.

Naturally, this figure was Fllunra, preparing himself with a new approach to using runes.

Experience-wise, he needed no physical preparation.

His mind and body were a vast library of battle-hardened experiences, deeply engraved into his body as muscle memory—so there was no need for him to train his body. His preparation focused on achieving a new way to use runes instead.

Traditionally, ancient runes were drawn before the fight.

Since their creation required time, energy, and focus, this was the only approach.

Flunra could draw only simple runes while in battle, he was unable to use sophisticated ones like energy deflection or trap runes. Even if he prepared beforehand, most of these runes are activated upon drawing, limiting his options significantly.

But Flunra believed he had found a way to maneuver around this limitation.

Raising his hand and placing it before his face—Flunra focused on the rune stone through his finger cracks. A light grunt escaped his lips as the mark on the back of his right hand, a mark that seemed to be a small formation of a small combination of runes—glowed.

Responding to this, the designated rune stone unleashed a torrent of energy at his hand.

Swoosh!

As the energy made contact, Flunra stumbled back a couple of steps from the force.

He pushed back to his original spot, as the formation absorbed the energy, glowing brighter with each passing second. Flunra's eyes remained closed, his focus unwavering as the rune stone began to pour more energy into the formation.

Just as he wanted, one strand began to form within the formation, vibrating intensely.

Feeling the harmonious sensation from the starn, Flunra opened his eyes.

A satisfied smile formed on his lip as he continued, amassing more of these strands.

But as this process continued—he suddenly stopped, there was still only one strand on the mark while the second strand was still far from being finished. He stopped not because the process was hard, he stopped because his mind was not in the moment.

Glancing over to his back, he pondered deeply for a second, "Ahdara, she had left..."

"I don't think coming with her would be a wise idea," He mused, undecided.

Even though he could guess, what was Evelyn's view of him right now, after his betrayal—not telling anyone about Calidora's pregnancy, he doesn't know what Adhara thought of him. She seemed passive, but that was in front of Rex.

Flunra didn't know Adhara's actual stance on that matter.

Of course, he was already expecting her to bore the same anger as Evelyn did.

Because of that, he was undecided whether he should check on her or not.

Nevertheless—he came to a conclusion, as he went out of his section and followed Adhara's scent, leading him outside of the castle, "I'm not entirely sure how she would react, but I had to be there for her safety, regardless of her stance towards me"

Stepping out of the castle, his body blurred, disappearing from his spot.

Meanwhile, on the city walls.

Kneeling atop the watchtower, Adhara looked up at the bright moon and closed her eyes.

She lets every fiber of her being be massaged by the moonlight's embrace.

On top of doing this to calm her nerves—up here, it felt as if the moon was within her grasp, and the sensation was phenomenal. Smiling lightly—she opened her eyes and gazed ahead, peering into the Humming Damned Forest's darkness.

It was filled with powerful mutated animals, and she was going to go there alone.

Swoosh!

Conjuring two daggers, made entirely from her violet flames, she dashed into the forest, only leaving trails of violet flames that lasted only a fraction of a second before disappearing right behind her.

Unbeknownst to her, she was spotted by a creature handing over a tree branch.

A mutated owl with piercing blue eyes, watching her from the start.

As she darted into the forest—the mutated owl followed her with its eyes before flapping its wings away, seemingly following her. Its movement produced no sound, not even a leave fell from its move, a literal ghost in the night.

Moments later.

Roar!!

Rather than sticking to the outskirts of the Humming Damned Forest near the city—Adhara decided to venture far closer to the other side, near the Chrono Hollow. Along the way, she encountered a few powerful mutated animals, suitable to be her opponent.

However, she ignored all of them until she reached a sufficient distance from the city.

Eventually, she was confronted by a mutated monkey.

As opposed to having the appearance of only a monkey, this mutated monkey also has the mix of a turtle—encased within a shell that protected its back from any attacks. It was also covered in blue hair and had water cloaking its shell, displaying that it has water affinity.

Due to its affinity, it was a formidable opponent for Adhara.

Her flames would be less effective against it, making the battle fierce.

Boom!

Boom!

Boom!

Even though the shell seemed heavy, the mutated monkey was still extremely agile.

It could move fast and utilize every single limb to great use.

Each time the mutated monkey attacked with hammer-like strikes or its whipping tail, Adhara deftly dodged or parried with her fiery daggers. Seamlessly rolling forward to dodge a strike, she managed to get close to the monkey's torso, poised for a perfect strike.

But instead of attacking, she created distance, an extremely odd decision.

It was as if she wanted the battle to last longer than it should.

From the looks of her battle style and her decision, she was training her combat techniques in preparation for the duel. Unbeknownst to her, a predator stalked her from the shadows. It observed her intently from the back.

Hanging over on a tree branch not far from the area was the mutated owl.

Seems like the mutated owl was working together with this predator, a creature covered in a hooded cloak. Finding Adhara alone in the forest, this predator smiled, "I thought I would not get a chance like this, and would need to wait for another time—but it seemed luck, is on my side. This is going to be the price for mocking me. Can't win against any of your Betas? Don't make me laugh,"

As he said that, his smile turned into a grin, "I'll show you what I'm capable of..."

Just when Adhara blocked a heavy attack from the mutated monkey—trapping her in place, the figure seized the moment and lunged from the darkness—claws bared to strike. Seizing the moment perfectly, he reached Adhara's back and made a vicious slash.

Slash!

Blood curved in the air as he landed a successful strike.

Adhara was wounded, four bloody claw marks could be seen marring her unprotected back.

"I'll pummel your Female Alpha and send her back to your feet..."