The Invincible Full-Moon System

Despite the fact that Kyran was going to execute the Elders from the Diaro and Sanzo Noble Houses, the people when they heard Kyran's declaration, were not afraid. Instead of being a mass of merciful people, they instead exploded with cheers.

It has been quite some time that these people wished both noble houses to be punished.

Each one of them jeopardized the safety of the entire kingdom for their selfish aim.

None of the people would agree with the attack on the Empress.

From the day that they knew what happened to the Empress, the people were displeased.

All of them without exception harbor anger towards the associated noble houses.

Since the First Breath has ended, the rest of the Dark Elves who were in deep slumber finally awakened—but that does not mean there was a lot. Only a small number of Dark Elves, were in deep slumber at the end of the First Breath.

Only the strongest of the strong Dark Elves were awakened.

Because of that, the number of citizens didn't increase that much.

Most of the Dark Elves who were awakened at the end of the First Breath, were either Elders or elite Dark Elves who were well-known—and fierce fighters. All of them could not be in any way compared to the number of Dark Elves citizens.

It was also because of that most of the citizens sided with King Jorik.

Despite not coming from a true noble lineage, he at least knew the new era way better.

Letting him lead is the best choice as he kept the kingdom alive all this time.

However, the Elders were not welcoming of this and decided to make their own agenda.

And now, that agenda was catching up to them.

None of the people were pitying these nobles, they were cheering Kyran to kill them instead.

Only the Aldri Noble House at the very front was the one silent.

For better or worse, the nightmare last night allowed them to avoid the execution today.

It was hard for them to know what to feel right now.

Upon seeing the crowd, Kyran smirked widely, "Would you look at that..."

"Seems like all of your deaths are anticipated, and welcomed by the people. Instead of going with the masses, you decided to be arrogant and venture on your own. Blame no one—this is all your own doings" He added, fiercely looking at each of the nobles on the stage.

Averting his attention back to the crowd, Kyran cleared his throat.

"For those of you who were not aware, the nobles before all of you had concocted a plan and hurt, Empress Evelyn" He announced, stating the formalities. "The Emperor is hurt—but know that His Majesty does not want to punish the Dark Elf Kingdom severely. So I offered another solution, and that is by letting these foolish nobles bear the consequences themselves"

Hearing what Kyran was saying, the crowd cheered even harder in support.

"Yeah! It should be them who should be punished, not us!"

"They risk our kingdom and our people, there should be no mercy for them!"

"Kill them! Roll their heads!"

Seeing that the crowd was cheering Kyran on even further—the nobles on the stage felt their hearts shattering into a million pieces. All of them hoped, that the crowd could save them but that was not the case.

It was over for them, nobody was going to save them from this situation.

Even the strong-willed nobles, began to shed tears at the sight of their people against them.

All they wanted to do was to secure the kingdom, but that went the opposite direction.

Feeling that it was enough, Kyran channeled his power to begin the memorable day.

He channeled his formidable power, a vibrant and dense force palpable to the gathered mass that was watching this scene unfold intently. Blue, icy yet paradoxically heated energy began to swirl around his form, crackling with latent fury.

Under the crowd's gazes, Kyran's eyes, once a pair, bifurcated into two pairs.

Each eyeball glowed with a haunting azure luminescence—giving the Aldri Noble House who was present flashes of the horror they felt last night, especially Valthor, who could feel every inch of his body trembling in fear.

As the energy crescendoed, he raised his hand with deliberate precision.

Despite facing away from the stage, the Dark Elves captives could feel death nearing them.

Just from the warm energy brushing their bodies, their senses could sense finality.

It was the end of the road for them.

Understanding that dearly, some of them began to chant their last prayer to their Goddess.

Hoping that they would be accepted back into her arms.

Kyran's energy spiked high, and with a grunt—he summoned thick icicles from below each of the Dark Elf captives. Blood splattered skywards—the thick icicles, pierced them from below, and came out of their mouths or heads.

Splash!

One move is all it takes for him to take out hundreds in the blink of an eye.

Some of the children in the mass had their eyes closed by their parents, the sight was brutal.

Even the noble captives felt their feet turn cold at the sight of their people killed instantly.

Now—the hundreds of Dark Elf captives, turned into silent sentinels to Kyran's reign of terror. All became unwilling relics in a landscape of terror—their presence, a chilling memento to all, who beheld them.

Just like Kyran said, their deaths would be painless but would end extremely meaningful.

At the sight of this, the noble captives couldn't hold their sobs anymore.

Having to live a long and carefree life, ordering people under them around, it strike them a lot more to know that they wouldn't be able to see the world in a few minutes from now. Even on the side, King Jorik's expression wavered.

In all of his regrets, another one appeared.

He regrets that he couldn't stop these Elders from messing with the Silverstar Pack.

On the other hand, the Elders who were not a part of this execution were thankful to the past them for not joining, in harming the Empress. All of them, could only watch with an indifferent face as the offenders were all publicly executed.

Now, the front of the platform was filled with sitting corpses, spiked by icicles.

As the situation receded, it was now the time for the noble captives.

Making a robotic move in a union—the elite Dark Elves who were on the stage, went to their own noble captives beside them. All of them dragged each noble captive forward—before a block of ice came out.

Knowing what to do, the elite Dark Elves placed the noble captives' heads on it.

One Dark Elf then went to Kyran and gave him a savage axe, intricate with runes and details.

Inspecting the sharp edge of the axe's blade, he nodded, before holding it with both hands—poised in ready before he went to the first noble captive. Despite the inevitable conclusion of his death, the noble pleaded to Kyran through his eyes.

But there was absolutely no mercy behind Kyran's eyes, he was firm in his decision.

Swish!

Thud!

Making a precise, heavy slash, the noble captive was decapitated cleanly by the axe.

Kyran did it perfectly that there wasn't even any blood on the axe's blade.

Just like what the people wanted, the noble captive's head rolled on the platform, sending an electricity jolt to the other noble captives—who were awaiting their turns. Beginning from the left, Kyran began to move to the right.

A thudding sound always followed after a gagged scream.

Despite the disturbing sight, the masses were in an uproar, cursing at the noble captives.

It seemed like the attachment to the Silverstar Pack was already great in them.

For them to ship their nobles' death was quite a surreal sight.

On the other hand—the other Elders watching this scene could feel the collars of their robes, tightening around their necks. Despite not being the ones, who were being decapitated, they could feel a second-hand phantom pain on their necks.

Kyran didn't stop and made a bloodied mess of the entire platform.

All of the elite Dark Elves holding the noble captives flinched—even though they knew, that it was impossible for Kyran to miss his mark. Eventually, the last head rolled onto the stage, the last noble captive had her face frozen in an expression of torment.

A striking ornament of this memorable day for the Dark Elf Kingdom.

A day that was bore into the minds of the Elders.

A day when they learned the consequences of attacking the hands that feed them.

Upon finishing the execution—Kyran cast one last look at the Aldri Noble House members, at the very front of the cheering crowd. It was a warning look, that forced them to look down to their feet.

Giving the axe back to the Dark Elf, he also cast a glance at King Jorik and the Elders.

Before he went down to the platform, he commanded his power once more.

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In a flick of his hand, the entire corpses, that scattered the place were encompassed in ice—frozen completely solid. All of the underlings of the guilty noble houses, and even the nobles themselves were trapped in ice.

Kyran then lifted his hand, motioning to lift all of the corpses up to the sky.

All of the blocks are suspended in the air.

And with a twist of his hand, all of them shattered into a million fragments.

Like crystalline rain, the fragments cascaded down, capturing the sunlight—and refracting it into a dazzling array of colors. Seeing this, the crowd below was awed, bathed in the surreal and beautiful spectacle.

Each shimmering ice fragment was descending delicately, creating an ephemeral scene.

Not to mention, the energy contained within them was warm and soothing.

Upon a simple touch from the fragments—the crowd could feel the soothing energy vitalizing their entire body. It was the dark nature energy of the fallen—and also the warm energy from Kyran's power.

Combining both energies created this weirdly, pleasant sensation.

Only then that Kyran go back down from the platform, there's nothing to be said.

It is done, the offenders are punished, and his task was done here.

Surprisingly enough, Naela greeted him and began wiping the blood splattered onto him with a piece of cloth. It was unclear whether she was already accepting of Kyran's dark side—or if she was hiding it.

Nevertheless, it was good that she was not nagging and crying like before.

Kyran then looked at General Theodas, who was looking up at the rain of ice fragments.

Each one of the fragments contained the souls that fell today in this place.

"Pass this onto King Jorik," Kyran suddenly said—pulling General Theodas' attention towards him. "we the Silverstar Pack pardon the first offense. However, if something like this happens again, there will be this rain of ice fragments again. But the second rain would demand blood—all of your blood"

General Theodas gulped, seeing Kyran's expression contorted savagely.

"Because if this happens again, I will personally beg the Emperor to raze your kingdom"

Just like that, Kyran walked ahead, leaving General Theodas frozen in place.

...

Meanwhile, back to the Chrono Hollow.

Rex and the assault team entered the fog once again with a fixed plan in their heads.

No matter what, they need to solve the Chrono Hollow.

If they failed to decipher the dominion then Dargena City would be isolated, only through the teleportation formation, could they converse with the outside. Something like that—would be very bad in the long run.

Upon entering the place, with Rex leading the way, the same scenery greeted him again.

As opposed to looking forward, he was looking upwards instead.

Knowing that all threats came from above, Rex was paying close attention to the sky.

An attack from one of those birds would surely decimate the others.

Just then, however, Rex was startled by a sudden notification from the System.

Fortunately, it was nothing bad—it was good instead.

<Pack Quest - Avenge the Luna has been completed!>

<Rewards will be delivered to the user!>

"Kyran finished his task, it seems," Rex mused with a smile—he then refocused back on the moment. "Since he was done—it would be a bad example, if I couldn't finish my task too. I'll speed this up!"