The Invincible Full-Moon System

Meanwhile, last night, inside the forest beside the Dark Elf Kingdom.

Kyran waits patiently, for the Aldri Family to bring him the uninvited visitor who was watching them from the shadows. He was quite sure that it was a Werewolf—and he was curious as to the reason behind this Werewolf's attempt to seek death.

Since Kassandra slipped out of his hands, he was eager to capture this Werewolf.

He didn't need to do anything, the Werewolf is not as strong as Kassandra.

'I reckoned that the Werewolves are scouting, but there's also a chance that they weren't'

Naela was also sitting on the side, waiting patiently with Kyran.

Minutes passed and Kyran did nothing but bathe under the moonlight, it felt incredible for he had not done this in quite some time. In the Ice and Snow realm—the moonlight was the only thing that gave him solace.

Seems like he brought that habit to the outside.

But then again, he did get trapped there for years upon years, so this is natural.

Compared to Kyran, who was relaxing at the moment, Naela was secretly stressed—she was still cursing her body for reacting that way—when Kyran tried to approach her. It was a really bad move, and she regrets it deeply.

Even now, there were no words said between them.

As opposed to making their relationship warmer, Naela successfully makes it colder instead.

However, all she could do was watch Kyran from the side, not brave enough to say anything.

Just then, Kyran suddenly opened his eyes and stood up instantly.

Not sparing any words he grabbed Bevryth on her collar and dragged her across the ground.

He brought her to where Valthor was and laid her there.

She was still bleeding profusely, and the way Kyran dragged her body across the ground left behind trails of blood, that worried Naela. But she knows better than to say anything, against Kyran right now.

After doing that, Kyran sat on Bevryth's ripped stomach without a care in the world.

His gaze was straight to the shadows ahead, sitting in an arrogant manner.

Looking at his hands, Kyran noticed something, 'Is it just me, or did I get stronger somehow?'

Kyran could feel that his body was becoming warm when he lay on the grass earlier—and he also could feel—that the warmth was strengthening his body—from head to toe. It was quite surreal, but he took it as a good thing.

Maybe, in his mind, Rex was the one who did it—sending him a signal of approval.

It plastered a smile on his face, this was a good progression.

Soon enough a couple of figures appeared, they were the Aldri Family led by Valthor—and it seemed like they managed to capture the uninvited visitor. A Werewolf—that seemed bigger than normal, glaring at Kyran with killing intent.

Upon seeing this, Kyran smiled and stood up, approaching the Werewolf.

He was restrained by chains made of pure dark nature energy, and couldn't move an inch.

Kneeling in front of the Werewolf—Kyran looked at him straight in the eyes, "Not an ounce of fear, as expected of the ancient Werewolves. "Say, I'll make this quick—tell me what your aim is for coming here and I'll let you go"

Despite the look that could strip strength away from others, the Werewolf was steadfast.

He didn't waver in front of Kyran's menacing appearance.

Returning the smile, the Werewolf replied with extreme certainty, his years in life were shown clearly from his response, "I have faced horrors greater than you," He said pridefully. "My aim is my own, and it will die with me if need be. These pathetic Dark Elves, might fear you—but I am not"

At the words of the Werewolf, the Aldri Family could feel a shiver run down their spines.

Each of them has tasted the horror Kyran was capable of doing.

His product of horror was there to see, several steps away, unmoving and broken.

So the fact that the Werewolf responded arrogantly like that, similar to them before they all knew who Kyran was really capable of, they couldn't help but tremble. All were prepared to watch more atrocities from Kyran.

Even Naela was also preparing herself for more disturbing acts.

But then, Kyran's smile grew wider, as he stood up once again, "No need to tell me—I know that you did, and I believe you. However, don't think that I'm the horror you're going to face, it's not me that stood at the peak"

Upon hearing this, the Werewolf frowned, not expecting this answer.

Kyran spared no answer and instructed, "Prepare him. I'm going to bring him back with me"

Just from that alone, all of them knew who Kyran was talking about.

Surely, he was talking about the Emperor.

As he said that, he noticed that the Dark Elves were still not moving from their spots.

Only then, that he realize that he had forgotten, about one thing, "Not even showing any sign of impatience, I see. Good job. Go ahead, you could all help Bevryth. She lost a lot of blood—but she should be fine"

Immediately, Valthor darted to his wife, treating the deadly wound she suffered.

Kyran, on the other hand, walked away—heading to the Dark Elf Kingdom again.

"Where are we going?" Naela asked, hurriedly chasing after him.

Upon hearing this, Kyran shrugged his shoulders, "We're meeting General Theodas and the King, of course. It's already dawn—and they need to gather the people, for the execution. I hope General Theodas is able to capture all of them or there will be trouble"

Hours passed, and the sun was already high up in the sky.

Oblivious, to what was happening—the entire people of the Dark Elf Kingdom, were escorted to the city square, facing an empty platform. All of them were gossiping, expecting that there would be some form of announcement that the King would make.

But as opposed to the King taking the stand, a couple of Dark Elf elites climbed the platform.

Each one of them brought along an individual, bound feet and hands by enchanted ropes.

More than a dozen individuals take the stand.

On top of that, hundreds of bound Dark Elves were put kneeling in front of the platform.

It didn't take long for the people to recognize who they were.

Located in front of the elevated platform, were the entire forces that hail from the Diaro, and Sanzo Noble Houses. Loyal or not, the people under both houses were brought here. On the other hand, the ones crying and panicking on the stage were the nobilities.

All of them were pleading for the elite guard to help them through gagged mouths.

Even then, the elite guards spared them no glances.

Ice cold, each one of them kept their eyes straight to the crowd with a fixed gaze.

Slowly but surely, the people realized that this was not an announcement—but an execution instead. Additionally—the fact that the Sanzo and Diaro Noble Houses were involved, points them to the tragedy with the Empress.

Naturally, the long-awaited real punishment came.

King Jorik and even General Theodas, alongside the other Elders were present.

All of them were seated on the side as witnesses to this public execution.

Only General Theodas was standing behind the platform, and he was sweating profusely.

Just then, the man of the moment came—Kyran, who was still in the same bloodied clothes strode towards General Theodas. At the sight of Kyran still menacing as last night—General Theodas gulped harshly.

Before going to the platform, Kyran stopped beside the general.

"I trust that every single Dark Elf associated with both houses is here," He said raspingly.

Upon hearing this, General Theodas nodded his head firmly, "Yes, all of them are here"

"Good, I'll be the one doing the execution" Kyran affirmed, changing the plan.

Naela and General Theodas were shocked when they heard this—it was supposed to be the general, who does the execution—not Kyran. Even though General Theodas, was nervous to do the execution, he was still way better than Kyran doing it himself.

"Aren't I supposed to be the one doing it?" General Theodas asked through a dry throat.

In a relaxed manner, Kyran shook his head, "No, I've changed my mind"

"Where is the Aldri Noble House? I want them all to be watching—the others be executed on the very best view possible. I want them at the very front, put them there" He added—rolling up his sleeves in preparation for the execution.

Moving in haste, General Theodas signaled to a couple of elite guards to do exactly that.

Coldly, Kyran walked past him and headed to the stage.

However, before he could get to the stage, he stopped at a sudden question.

"What about the children? Are you going to execute them too?" General Theodas asked.

Upon hearing this, Naela felt her heart being pinched fearing that Kyran would execute all of them without showing any mercy. She could feel the dark air around her fiancee—Kyran was prepared to do anything necessary.

But at the question, Kyran looked up to the sky briefly.

He then nodded cruelly, "Yes, they are going to be executed too"

Deg!

At his answer—both Naela and General Theodas sucked in a cold breath as that was not the answer they were hoping for. Both hoped that at the very least, the children who were not to blame would be spared.

"Separate the children, I'll be executing them in another way" Kyran added.

Despite his reluctance, General Theodas nodded—no use for him to argue against Kyran.

It would do more harm than good.

Glancing over his shoulders, Kyran looked at General Theodas right in the eyes, "Do not look at me as if I was a monster. In case you forgot, the Silverstar Pack gave the freedom you are enjoying right now, but you attacked the Empress as repayment"

"Be grateful. Had you hurt the Empress more, the Emperor would've burned your kingdom"

Upon hearing this, General Theodas bent his back, bowing in understanding.

Averting his gaze forward, Kyran then cracked his neck, "Let's make this a memorable day"

Meanwhile, the crowd began to boom with banters.

Realizing that it was a public execution, the people threw rocks, fruits, and vegetables at the ones who sided with the Diaro, and Sanzo Noble Houses. Additionally, the people, also await the executioner.

But the one who stepped onto the stage almost instantly made them all silent.

Once the boisterous crowd, filled with banter and gossip, fell abruptly silent.

Conversations ceased—and all eyes turned towards the stranger that they recognized rather easily from the glowing silver star mark, barely peeking from beneath his shirt. It was obvious that this person was from the Silverstar Pack.

Moreover, the sight of bloodstains across the person's body made the air grow thick.

Each of his steps up the staircase resonated with an almost otherworld weight.

It was as if the very ground trembled beneath him.

Now the statuesque crowd felt a palpable pressure from his presence—an unseen force, that commanded nothing but their respect and awe. As he ascended, the silence deepened. It felt like time itself held its breath, waiting.

People also instinctively halted their own breathing, their senses heightened to the fullest.

All were attuned to the person's every move.

His final step onto the platform sent a ripple through the gathered masses.

Just the reaction from the crowd alone shows the power this figure holds, beyond them all.

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Not to mention, the elite guards standing beside each of the noble captives were trembling in fear—their armor, made clanking noises because of it. The sheer presence of the person was enough to turn these seasoned veterans into meek little rabbits.

But worst of all were the noble captives, feeling their souls leaving their bodies in fright.

Each one was pale beyond measure, horrified.

Kyran made his appearance public after what happened last night.

Instead of addressing the crowd, he gave a nasty look at the noble captives as a greeting.

Only then that he turn to look at the crowd, "Please, do not be afraid,"

"My name is Kyran Cervantes—the third member and one of the Beta of the Silverstar Pack. I am here by the order of the Emperor, and forgive me, but I would have you all watch this as a reminder," He declared as a smirk gradually blossomed on his lips.