The Invincible Full-Moon System

Chapter 1945: Bigger Picture (1)

Davina wasn’t entirely sure, but she had a hunch that there was more than meets the eye.

Normally, a hunch could be ignored, but she had learned to pay attention to it whenever she was in this kind of situation, as a hunch could reveal something that the mind could not. And right now, her hunch was telling her that there’s more to this situation.

In the past, when she was still a child, she was taught many things by tutors and even family members.

But one that stuck the most was to always look at the bigger picture.

Davina remembered this particular one so clearly because it was her mother who taught this important lesson, way before her death. She taught this lesson to all her children on a particularly regular day, only a few hours before the minor banquet started.

She asked everyone to arrange the seating chart for the invited guests.

Of course, the children all thought this was a waste of time; that this task was beneath them.

Even Davina thought the same thing.

But their mother insisted, and the children had no other choice but to do as they were told.

Surprisingly enough, all of them came to an agreement rather quickly regarding the seating chart—for the invited guests. All of them agreed that the seating chart should be based on ranks—with the closest to Duke Lorcan being the Marquesses and so on.

Once asked whether they think this was correct, the children nodded at the same time with certainty.

Nobles worked hard to reach their positions, and should be regarded as such.

Instead of telling them whether they were right or wrong, their mother gave them a few parchments.

In each one was the detail of the invited guests’ personal lives—Two Barons are currently on the verge of war. A Countess has lost her husband. And a wealthy merchant who was furious at Duke Lorcan. It’s so detailed that the children could picture what each invited guest was doing on a day-to-day basis.

After reading, their mother simply asked again whether the seating chart was correct or not.

Now, armed with the detailed information, the children realized something.

If the minor banquet followed their seating chart, then there would be two feuds, a weakened ally—and a new enemy.

Only then did their mother pass them her wisdom.

’Our empire’s realm is simply a larger dinner table. Pay attention. Learn. Never seat it by rank alone.’

Davina believed that day was the day that shaped her into who she was, and perhaps it was the same for her siblings. But regardless, she became sharper and more attentive because of that lesson. It would be hard for something to escape her attention.

And that applies to this moment.

From the spectacular charge of energy in the far horizon, she knew that the plan was working smoothly.

But that’s exactly why she became skeptical.

’Everything had been expected up until now,’ She thought—as she landed on a tree branch and launched herself forward again. ’The enemy forces are only baiting us at the central continent—while their eyes were set on the Divine Sources. But the enemy forces aren’t the mind. High Lord Ursa is, and what he truly wanted is High Lord Rashal’s ruin.’

Davina doesn’t know the exact details, but he could sense animosity between the two.

Both have a vicious past.

It was probably the reason why High Millinar Alexander wanted to fight the enemy leader, Manvac, so badly. For such strong animosity, Davina believed that simply attacking a farm realm isn’t a big enough move for High Lord Ursa to do.

He must’ve been planning something else, but that’s as far as her limited intel could bring her.

"What do you mean we’re not looking at the bigger picture?" Lilliana asked, but then she raised a hand, gesturing for Davina not to answer that question. "You’ve had a lot more experience in battle than me— so I won’t question you. Just tell me how I can help."

"I need to meet with Rex," Davina said.

"Can’t you talk to him through your earpiece? Why do you need to meet him?"

"Not that I can’t, but the answer might be near the northern Divine Source. So—it’s better for me to go to him."

"Fine, leave the mortals to me," Lilliana waved her hand—gesturing for her to leave. She turned away and said in a low voice, "Leave the mundane things to me. Like always."

Her voice was so light that it was practically inaudible.

Even Davina, rushing across the open plain right beside her, couldn’t catch the words.

But as her little sister, she did not need to. She could feel the dejection radiating from her—the quiet collapse of a hope she understood all too well. After finally gaining her werewolf form, Lilliana must have believed she’d closed the distance between herself and the two of them.

That she was closer to their level—The truth was written in the slump of her shoulders.

Things remained the same.

Perhaps strength-wise, they were now closer, but experience and intelligence are still factors.

And compared to raw strength, those two were arguably far more difficult to cultivate.

"Alright, once you’re done with managing these people, quickly meet up with us," Davina said without looking; her eyes were fixated on the night sky. "I wanted to help you do this, but I’m afraid things like this are out of my league."

"Hmm?" Lilliana turned to look at her little sister again, confused. "Out of your league?"

"Of course. I may be able to keep up with you at times, but as you know, I’m mainly a soldier. I spent most of my time in battle, and I’m rather rusty in social structure." Davina glanced at Lilliana, with a knowing smile. "You, on the other hand, managed your husband’s territory well. Pressuring George and the emperor to slaughter their neighbouring factions should be nothing for you—so you should be able to finish this quickly.

"If I tried, I would only be forcing them to do it rather than pressuring them," She smiled sheepishly.

Lilliana smiled inwardly.

She knew that Davina was only trying to make her feel better, but there was no fault in those words.

Compared to Davina, she excelled in this area.

"Ex-husband," Lilliana corrected. "Say it right next time."

Not even waiting for Davina to respond, she already went on ahead, turning into her werewolf form and zooming through the distance like a phantom. Once her back vanished, Davina chuckled inwardly—and lifted her gaze skyward before erupting upward.

She turned into a streak of light that soared through the sky, bound for the northern continent.

Meanwhile, Rex landed near the water dome.

Up close, it was even more magnificent.

Each layer of water forming the dome was precisely an inch thick, yet the currents within them shifted wildly. One layer flowed one way—and the next spiraled in another. The result was a chaotic, churning assembly of forces that would tear apart anything foolish enough to try to enter.

Durability alone wouldn’t be able to withstand this impenetrable defensive marvel.

Anyone who tried would feel the strain multiplying with every inch.

And the water dome is at least ten yards thick, so it’s quite impossible to penetrate.

One would need either impossible durability that could withstand the tearing currents—which was very hard to achieve or the ability to still those chaotic flows—aligning them into unity long enough to ease the passage.

Either method was too much even for Rex.

"How did he achieve this...?" Rex approached the water dome—and inspected it closely with his eyes. "I know he has the Major Law of Life Water, but the Major Law itself only allowed for greater control, dominion, and area of effect. This... This is automatic and would still be too much for a single person to control. Unless he has another Law or Oustification to separate his focus, which I doubt."

Fighting against Alexander should’ve seized Manvac’s attention completely.

So, keeping the water dome up should be really demanding, yet it has been more than ten minutes.

No sign of the water dome’s collapse or even weakening.

"System, scan the water dome for me," Rex commanded.

He wanted to know what exactly was keeping this water dome going when its caster was in real trouble.

<Scanning...>

"Hey, you there!" A voice rang from behind. "What are you doing?!"

"Hmm?" Rex glanced over his shoulder and saw a man—and a woman approaching him. Both seemed to be peasants from their attire, and the woman was tugging the man’s arm. A signal that she didn’t want him to look for trouble. "Go back to where you came from; I don’t have time for you."

"Can we please go? Let’s not bother him," the woman pulled on the man’s arm.

But the man didn’t relent.

He advanced step by step—voice thick with righteous fury. "You damn people from your big towns. Your terrible walled cities. You brought the apocalypse down on all of us. This is because of your doing. The prophecy foretold it: the passive and the evil would doom the world. And it has come true." He stopped, eyes blazing. "I’m not leaving until you fall to your knees and beg for forgiveness."

Just as the man was about to grab Rex’s shoulder, the sound of thunder roared in the sky.

A figure hovered right above them like a Goddess of Light.

"No apocalypse here," the beautiful figure said with a dignified tone, bathing the pair with her brilliant starlight. "Nothing for you mere people to worry about. But if you keep crossing the line further, death will catch you at this very moment."

"She... She’s flying!" the woman gasped in shock. "Deities!"

"Imposters," the man growled with hate and pointed at the figure. "Don’t think you ca—"

Splash—!

Blood splattered onto the woman’s face, forcing her to shut her eyes on instinct. Her breath came out shaky as the sharp scent of iron seeped into her nose. Slowly, she opened her eyes and instantly dropped to the ground when she saw a puddle of blood where the man had stood.

A horrified scream tore through her throat when she realized her husband was dead.

And worse, she was still holding his arm.

Completely terrified, the woman crawled away and ran without looking back.

Despite seeing her husband killed right before her eyes, there was no anger in her. Only fear.

"Didn’t I tell you to handle George and the emperor?" Rex asked without looking, already sensing that Davina was approaching his location rapidly. His eyes were still fixated on the water dome. "Is Lilliana more than enough to handle them?"

"Yes, she’s more than enough," Davina nodded.

Rex returned the nod and went down on one knee, touching the soil underneath him.

<Scanning complete!>

<Notice: the water dome is completely self-sustained by the four marks that were embedded around the area of effect firsthand before it was erected. The Major Law of Life Water’s power was infused heavily into each mark to create a mini core that could sustain itself.>

"Hmm... So that’s how," Rex muttered inwardly.

He couldn’t sense the immortal energy woven into the ground; he still lacked the ability to perceive such things—but the evidence was written in the soil itself. Hardened. Damp. Deliberately prepared. Manvac and his soldiers had been readying this ground long before their arrival.

And the result? An impenetrable water dome with four mini cores embedded inside the ground. If left as it was, the water dome would probably remain for eternity.

Considering that it was sustained by the four cores, destroying them would shatter the water dome.

But each mini core was within the water dome; the System had marked the mini cores.

Just that alone made destroying the cores—an unappealing option. Braving the chaotic currents, for all their danger, was still the easier path. "Channeling the power of a law into something for that long..." His eyes narrowed. "I’ve never done it before."