The Invincible Full-Moon System

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As of earlier, the forest was entirely silent, not even the sound of whistling wind was present.

Now, the only thing that Bevryth’s ears focused on was the sobs and whimpers coming from her family members being tied to the ice spikes without being able to do anything. However, she picked up another foreign sound, that seized her ears—forcing her to focus on whatever the sound was.

It was a bone-chilling, distant repetitive crackle of ice forming and breaking.

Each time it resounded, Bevryth’s blood ran colder.

Moreover, it’s interspersed with a hollow moan that rises and falls with a haunting rhythm.

Bevryth was rooted in her spot as she noticed as the sound got closer—the shadows around her seemed to dance and creep closer to her being as if whatever the sound came from was able to excite intangible things like shadows.

‘No… This is not General Theodas’ or King Jorik’s’ She pondered in realization.

At first, she was sure that General Theodas or King Jorik would be the one who did this.

But now she was not sure anymore.

None of the two were able to incite this kind of display, she was utterly in the wrong.

Additionally, Bevryth didn’t recognize the energy surrounding her was being manipulated.

It was a tell-tale sign, that whatever the one who did this to her family members—was not a Dark Elf, but rather, something else. Only then that Bevryth’s pupils dilate—recalling Naela’s shout once again as her mind slowly sunk into a heavy realization.

She realized what was the purpose of Naela’s visit.

“D- Don’t tell me… Her coming to me was a test?” Bevryth mused in devastation.

Even though she was not close with Naela—only meeting in noble gatherings, she knew that Naela was famous for being stubborn but one of the kinder young noble Dark Elves. Because of that, she realized that Naela was genuinely trying to help her earlier.

Naela was trying to help her take care of the consequences.

Instead of cooperating or even asking her for help, Bevryth, blinded, decided to escape.

Now, the realization was a couple of minutes too late, there was no going back.

Glancing to the side, Bevryth’s body trembled, “It’s the Werewolf…”

As she uttered that, two pairs of azure blue eyes appeared from the darkness of the forest.

With each second passed—the entity possessing these deadly eyes was coming closer and the icy echoes that she heard repeatedly were coming from it. In her entire years of life, she never felt fear like this.

“A-Answer me,” She uttered lightly, stuttering. “Are you K-Kyran…?”

Just then—a wind blew past her and the entity disappeared from her line of vision.

Before Bevryth could register what had happened, a voice seeped into her ears.

It was coming from the back.

“I believe this is the first time that we met,” the voice uttered with a vibrant voice. “Please to meet you, Bevryth Aldri. I’m surprised that you know—but yes, my name is Kyran Cervantes, a Beta from the Silverstar Pack, a friend of the Dark Elf Kingdom”

Upon hearing this, Bevryth pivoted around and saw Kyran for the first time ever.

He was in his human form, but he had four azure gleaming eyes.

Not minding his manner—Kyran was now sitting on Valthor, leaning down with his cheek over the back of his hand. His lips curled devilishly—making direct eye contact with Bevryth—who was already as pale as a sheet of paper.

In a whispering voice, she asked again, “Are you a friend now…?”

At her question, Kyran smirked.

His voice then earlier changed into a cold and sinister one instantly.

“Not, not a friend today, no…”

…

Moments earlier.

Kyran and Naela went ahead and were teleported to the Dark Elf Kingdom.

Arriving at their destination—they were greeted by the similar sight of the teleportation place but the air was completely different than before. It was easy to determine, that they were not in Dargena City anymore.

Seeing that the teleportation formation suddenly activated, the guards there were surprised.

Moreover, they were even more surprised to see two figures materializing.

None of them were told that there would be visitors coming.

However, the ten Dark Elf guards guarding the place were frozen when they saw Kyran.

Even though they didn’t attend the coronation ceremony, thereby—doesn’t know what Kyran looks like, poking from his black shirt that was unbuttoned at the top was an evident glowing branded mark.

It took the shape of a silver star, and that alone established his reputation.

He was instantly recognized as one of the Silverstar Pack’s members.

Someone who has the most authority right below the Emperor and Empress themselves.

Completely caught off guard by his arrival, the guards were stunned in place.

Looking at the stunned Dark Elves, Kyran shook his head in disappointment.

“Is this how the people of the Dark Elf Kingdom greet someone like me?” He mused out loud, sweeping his gaze around the place with a smile. But that smile was replaced, by a cold look that was as sharp as a dagger in the next instant. “I must say, I am not pleased…”

Swish!

Splash!

None of them could react, but the guards could feel a breezing wind brushing against them.

One guard at the right felt warm liquid sprayed on him.

It sprayed only the right side of his body.

“KKYAARGHKK!!”

Following that, a piercing high-pitched painful scream resounded, snapping the guards out of their dazes. One guard, who got sprayed looked to the side where the scream came from, his mind was blank before he suddenly sucked in a cold breath.

As he realized what happened, his mind was instantly jolted awake.

Lying on the ground beside him was another guard who was reduced to half his height.

Kyran had severed the guard’s legs from his torso in the blink of an eye.

Upon seeing this—the other nine guards remaining instantly went to their knees instinctively.

All of them had their entire beings trembling at the sight of Kyran’s ruthlessness.

Each one of them thought that today would be another uneventful day—but they were dead wrong as Kyran picked this night to pay them a visit. Similarly as the guards—Naela covered her mouth in complete shock.

It happened so fast that she was not ready for it.

Both had arrived seconds ago, and this situation already happened.

Paying Naela no mind, Kyran approached the Darkk Elf who was wailing in extreme agony.

His legs had been sliced off of his torso, lying beside him and bleeding profusely.

Just then, however, his teary eyes saw a pair of shoes standing right by him.

Slowly, the Dark Elf guard looked up and saw Kyran’s gleaming blue eyes, looking at him with not a sliver of emotion. He didn’t even feel anything, from slicing the Dark Elf guard’s legs—it terrified, the guards here, “What do your legs serve, if you’re not going to use them properly? Say that you saw your King, would you get on your knees?”

Despite the question, the Dark Elf guard couldn’t reply as the pain was too much for him.

He was trained to fight, but this pain was different.

Looking down strugglingly, he saw a dark lump of energy coating his severed legs.

It was the cause of why the pain reached an unbearable point even though he was trained.

“Of course, you would kneel to your King—so why didn’t you kneel at mine? If you remember, my position is higher, than even your King” Kyran continued, stepping on the Dark Elf guard’s severed leg and pressing it—forcing him to scream louder. “Maybe this is why—the Empress’ very well-being is not prioritized, there’s a stark lack of respect around here”

“RAARGGH-!”

Kyran then saw the bow that the Dark Elf guard dropped, and his smile widened at the sight.

Grabbing the bow, he inspected it and found an orb engraved at the center.

It was the Orb of Life, exclusive only to the Dark Elves.

Not even putting it in his eyes, Kyran didn’t hesitate to destroy it with a pinch of his claws.

He did it right in front of Dark Elf guard with no remorse.

Upon seeing his Orb of Life shattering, the Dark Elf guard’s face stiffens in fragility.

“H- How could you-“

Slash!

Finding him noisy, Kyran stomped on the Dark Elf guard’s throat—killing him instantly.

He didn’t even show some decency to hear what the guard wanted to say.

Upon the death of the guard—the entire place was intensely silent once again, nobody dared to speak another word, or even look up to see what had happened to the screaming guard. In contempt, Kyran went to another guard nearby and stood before him. seaʀᴄh thё Novelƒire(.)ne*t website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

Kyran didn’t say anything, he only stood there in front of the other guard.

Realizing what Kyran wanted—the guard, quickly activated his power to clean Kyran’s shoes, which were smeared with blood. But before he could do that, a cold voice intervened, “Don’t, use your armor”

Stunned, the guard paused for a second before he quickly did as he was told.

He reached out to the decorative cloth of his armor and used it to clean the blood intently.

Only then that Kyran nod and sweep his gaze once more.

“I don’t want to be known that I’m here, so don’t announce my arrival. Go and point me in the direction of General Theodas’ location—I want to speak with him” Kyran declared, his mighty voice echoing inside the place.

As he said that, one of the guards instantly stood up and escorted Kyran outside.

Meanwhile, Naela didn’t instantly go after him and instead went over to the dead guard.

She checked the dead guard with a heavy heart as this was her people before her eyes were focused on the family crest—on the dead guard’s right pauldron—an emblem, that Naela was able to recognize as the Aldri Family’s family crest.

‘He’s not killing randomly… I don’t know if that’s better or not’ Naela mused inwardly.

Realizing that Naela lifted the shattered Orb of Life and put it on the dead guard’s chest.

Finishing that, she clasped her hands to pray for him before eventually leaving.

A couple of minutes later, on the other side of the Dark Elf Kingdom—General Theodas went out of a building and headed back to his house inside the Great Dark Tree—however, he was intercepted by an extremely pale guard.

He looked as if he had seen a ghost.

Upon being whispered by the guard, General Theodas’ expression also paled.

“Where? Take me to him” He said before following the guard, going in the opposite direction.

General Theodas was led to an abandoned house—and after receiving a confirming nod from the guard—he stepped inside—and pushed open the door. He had been informed, that Kyran had arrived and had already killed one guard.

Kyran crushed the Orb of Life before the guard’s very eyes before killing the guard.

It troubled General Theodas as this was a clear sign that Kyran was coming here for blood.

‘He is definitely here for the Empress. I was hoping that Sir Flunra could prevent this situation from happening—saying that he punished us already—but it seemed too good to be true,’ He mused inwardly, sweat began to drench his back.

Entering the house, he was instantly greeted by Kyran sitting gracefully on an antique chair.

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Standing beside him was Naela, who seemed to be troubled.

Not even knowing why, the guard guarding the teleportation formation was killed—General Theodas instantly went to his knees. His every move needs to be calculated—as the killing intent coming from Kyran was already palpable even from the outside.

“Lord Kyran, is there anything that I can help you with?” He asked, keeping his tone mindful.

Upon hearing this, Kyran smiled, “At least one of you has manners,”

“Let’s not beat around the bush—general, you know why I’m here” He continued, standing up from his chair—and standing right before General Theodas. “Some of your nobles, attempted to hurt the Empress—and one even succeeded. I’m here to exact punishment for that—grave offense. Tell me all who were involved in the attack”

“If you lie, I will know, and you won’t like that I’m going to do if you dared to do that”

General Theodas gulped harshly at this.

He kept his head down, kneeling on the ground, ‘I’m sorry Bevryth…’