The Invincible Full-Moon System

Chapter 1272 Declaration of War (1)

Prince Alaric moved through the stackings of trees with a deliberate, measured pace.

His heart was encroached with pain and uneasiness as he continued ahead.

The Bloodstone Crater he now strode upon, had been a place of solace for him, a sanctuary where the air was always fresh and soothing, a balm for both body and spirit. Just days ago—he had come here to represent the Dancing Stripe Pack.

A plead for the Great Luna's blessing.

Even before that, this valley had been a refuge, its comforting breezes exclusive only to few.

Only Werewolves of pure blue blood, a privilege reserved for the worthy.

But tonight, the air was thick with an unnatural tension.

Prince Alaric could tell that the sanctity of this holy ground had been violated.

A trespasser had infiltrated this sacred ground, defiling its holiness with their unwanted and evil presence. Along his path, Prince Alaric saw the bodies of fallen Werewolves, all warriors who had given their lives to protect this hallowed site.

Each one of them died with honor, as glorious as a Werewolf's death could be.

Surely, the Great Luna would bless their souls for their bravery and accepted them with open arms in the afterlife—but the grim reality remained to the living—the sacredness of this place was now marred.

As Prince Alaric advanced, his anger grew with each lifeless form he passed.

Both his fists clenched tighter—knuckles whitening, as he held back the fury that threatened to overwhelm him. Finally, he emerged and the sight of the valley's breathtaking lake greeted him, a sight to behold.

Looking at its water, it was sparkling yellow, reflecting the light of the Honey Moon above.

This lake, a manifestation of the Great Luna's blessings, changed with each full moon.

Unlike the last time he was here—the magical lake—was now surrounded by beautiful yellow flowers, each one manifested through the Honey Moon's energy. But the flowers were wilted and withered.

All of their brilliance lost despite the Honey Moon still shining brightly in the sky.

Such a sight made his blood boil, this is the physical manifestation of the intruder's violation.

Prince Alaric's gaze then shifted to the small island at the lake's center.

There, amidst the ruins of a shattered relic of a castle, a figure sat—an intruder, who tainted this holy place—the Royal Black Prince. Prince Alaric gritted his teeth, fury coursing through his veins.

"Forgive me, Great Luna..." Prince Alaric apologized solemnly.

Apologizing inwardly to the Great Luna for his failure to protect this sacred ground he leaped across the lake—landing softly on the island at the center. His landing was light and gentle— but his entire body was nothing like that.

His body was trembling with the rage of this humiliating desecration.

Before him was Rex and Delta.

Rex was sitting on a rock, with his legs spread wide, planted solidly on the ground, exuding a stance of confidence and power. Lying on the ground comfortably beside him was Delta, she was being petted by him on the head.

He was not looking at Prince Alaric, focused on petting Delta.

"Leave this sacred ground, false Werewolf. No further disrespect shall be tolerated" Prince Alaric commanded, his voice was demanding, and filled with hidden threats. Regardless of what the situation was, he wanted Rex leave this place immediately.

Without sparing a glance at the furious prince, Rex nodded repeatedly in a taunt.

"The Bloodstone Crater, the place where the Great Luna sacrificed herself to save many, and became sanctified by the Werewolves until now..." Rex muttered, ignoring the command from Prince Alaric. "I've never heard of this place until recently, and I must say, this place was way more beautiful than I imagined.

It'd be a pity if this holy and beautiful place be destroyed" As he said that, he cast a playful glance at Prince Alaric.

On the other hand, Prince Alaric gritted his teeth, recognizing that as a threat.

"No, you wouldn't dare!!" He barked, feeling a tightening in his chest.

Rex tilted his head a little and asked calmly, "And what would happen if I dare?"

Kaboom!!

Prince Alaric exploded with kingly energy, beaming his aura skywards and cracked the earth underneath him. His energy was stimulated, creating a vicious swirl of wind around him, akin to a small tornado, "Then you die..."

Being read like a book, Prince Alaric's frown deepened.

He catches sight of a faint Ice and Snow energy coming from Rex, giving him a hint.

Surely, if Rex had fooled him with the clone earlier, he could have also fooled the others.

"You have an Empire now, waging war against us, can you even do that?" Prince Alaric asked.

Upon hearing this, Rex's smile turned, into a devious smirk, "No need to worry about that—a Werewolf called Ragnar was also another reason why I came here. You see, not too long ago he and his master paid a visit to my reign. I was go-"

Just before Rex could finish, Prince Alaric rebutted, "This is too far for a simple revenge!"

"He badly wounded my Female Alpha, do you still think that this is too far?" Rex asked.

Even then, Prince Alaric's answer remained the same, "Yes! This is a holy ground!"

"THIS IS OUR HISTORY!" He shouted, filled with desperation.

Listening to this, Rex smirked as he expected this moment to arrive.

He needs to educate this biased Werewolf.

Flicking his fingers, a figure, Vivian came from the side.

Prince Alaric didn't recognize who she was—but his eyes shot open when he saw that Vivian was pulling a restrained female Werewolf, a female Werewolf that he recognized instantly, as the Luna of his pack.

"Eira!" He screamed, not expecting her to be here at all.

Despite his connection with her and also his senses, he didn't realize that she was nearby.

Vivian placed Eira, who was tightly restrained by moonlight chains, on the ground.

Seeing this—Rex slowly walks towards the helpless Luna while still maintaining eye contact, with Prince Alaric, "Don't you get close to her! I'm telling you—don't do anything to her! I will kill you if you do anything... anything at all!!"

"Now you understand. If you want to blame someone, blame it on Ragnar" Rex said.

As he said that, he signaled for Vivian to bring Eira away again.

Obediently doing anything he wanted, Vivian grabbed Eira once again and brought her away, away from Prince Alaric's vision. Rex then went back to sit on the rock again—with the same, exact composure as he had at the start.

"No matter what you do, tonight, the Bloodstone Crater will be no more," He said.

Upon hearing this, Prince Alaric took a couple of seconds for himself.

He was being swayed and not thinking straight right now so he had to compose himself.

'The Royal Black Prince has the Great Luna—this entire place, and Eira within his grasp. But I also have something, a bargaining chip against him,' Prince Alaric pondered before he gazed ahead with newfound conviction. "If you destroy this place or the Great Luna, Prince Leif and Princess Selene would instantly know, what you did.

You may not be afraid of them—but you should be because they would rip your pack apart. If that happened, you would need to bear the pain of losing them too, much like your parents..."

Rex's expression darkened, the playful glint in his eyes vanishing as he tilted his head down.

He had toyed with Prince Alaric long enough, but now it was time to end this.

It was time for him to claim his prize.

Determined in his decision, his gaze hardened—and in a split second, the rock beneath him shattered as he launched himself into the sky. Prince Alaric's eyes widened in shock—Rex's speed surpassed his own perception, leaving him unable to react.

As Rex ascended, silhouetted against the Honey Moon's light, his form shifted.

Seconds is all it takes for him to shift into his Werewolf form.

Rex raised his fist to the heavens—vibrating with an immense charge—of blood moon kingly energy. His aura flared, like a torrential storm, shading the sky with a crimson hue, the sheer power radiating from him was overwhelming, pressing down on Prince Alaric's body.

With a heavy, savage downswing, he unleashed his most devastating ability.

A massive strike intended to obliterate the entire Bloodstone Crater.

"Moon Ability, Brutal Impulse!!"