Crash!
Upon hearing the powerful howl from outside, Leif and the other royalties came to check.
Nobody aside from them could be on par with Sven.
Landing at the heart of their territory—they saw that the tents, and homes of all packs under their rule were decimated. Some were severely wounded or even died, but thankfully, Alphas were able to survive with their Lunas'' aid.
Awakening in a new time, Sven didn''t waste time and assert his dominance.
Sensing four powerful auras, his berserk, bloodshot eyes turned to the side in interest.
In the hierarchy of the Werewolves—asserting dominance could only be achieved by beating the strongest one around. Amongst the four figures, Sven''s gaze locked onto Leif—who was, the strongest of the bunch from possessing dual King Marks.
He has the Storm and the Yule Moon King Marks, representing the Lunirich Gods no less.
Unlike normal Werewolves with King Marks, he was their champion.
Baring his fangs deviously—Sven jumped down from the pile of rubbles that was the product of his rampage. Throwing aside the Werewolf he held with ease, he cracked his neck, locking his piercing yellow gaze onto Leif.
Clearly, he felt that his assertion of dominance was not enough.
Roar!
From walking slowly, Sven crouched down and began galloping strongly like an animal.
As he got closer, the moonlight energy that his body amassed was reaching a terrifying level as even the ground beneath him was beginning to crack. Since the First Breath happened, it should be noted that materials of nature in general became stronger.
Cracking the ground with might alone, sixth-rank realm entities were able to do that easily.
But now, the amount of force needed climbed even higher than that.
So the fact that he could easily crack the ground viciously with each step—showed that the amount of energy he possessed was devastating, no normal Werewolf could be his match— and that was already proven earlier.
Extending his ws, Sven aimed to tackle Leif with his humongous body.
However, before he could do that, a Prince made his move.
Activating his King Mark—the Prince made himself known as the Prince of the Demon Moon, and his entire body immediately swelled and became heavier. Horns and wings sprouted, an unnatural sight for a Werewolf to have.
From a nce, he had an appearance befitting of an actual Demon.
He was ric, the champion of the Demon Full Moon.
Many called him a hybrid, but in truth, his bloodline was a pure Werewolf.
It was a surprising sight to see.
But even then, he stepped in the way and stopped Sven''s momentum.
Crack!
Locking hands together in a vicious bout, the two were trapped in a fierce struggle.
Both of their energies collided, creating a whirlwind of power.
As their struggle continued, the cracks on the ground beneath them began spreading to their surroundings. Some of the onlookers, were even forced to back away. Aside from the Princes and Princesses, the others need to keep a safe distance.
"Calm down, Sven, or we''ll be forced to be rough with you," He said warningly.
However, Sven replied with an even fiercer roar as he pushed ric back.
Not taking ric seriously, Sven tilted his head and bit ric on the arm, digging his fangs as deep as he could. In retaliation, ric furrowed his brow and channeled his scorching energy—unleashing an intense heat of moonlight energy to force Sven to let go.
But no matter how intense the heat was, Sven wouldn''t let go.
Clicking his tongue, he began wing Sven but this caused the bite to be stronger.
It was so strong that Sven managed to rip ric''s arm right off.
Ssh!
Like a savage, Sven ate the whole arm and crushed the bones with his fangs viciously.
Blood drizzled down from his mouth as growled at ric.
Upon seeing this, another Werewolf, a Princess leaped past ric andnded right in front of Sven, embracing his face with gentleness. She was Selene, the Princess of the Honey Moon, and she was twice or three times smaller than Sven humongous stature.
"You are the strongest, nobody here is going to challenge your rule," She said whisperingly.
As if he was answering, Sven darted his eyes back to Leif.
"No... Leif is not a threat, he would acknowledge you as the strongest," She added.
Even though the sway was working for a little bit—seeing that Sven''s breathing slowed down immensely, that quickly changed, as realized that this was Selene''s maniption. Roaring out of fury, he swiped his ws at her with a clear intention.
He wanted to rip her small body apart for daring to stand in his way.
Like a blur, his ws sliced through the air but Selene was able to dodge them easily.
She did it in a yful manner and even was chuckling in the moment.
Naturally, her aloofness in dodging angered Sven as he made a deliberate intent to deal one massive blow at Selene. However, she was too nimble, and in each dodge, she taunted Sven by touching his nose.
It was akin to watching some sort of performance, with Selene as the main highlight.
Roar!
Crash!!
Evading yet another devastating swipe infused with a moon-powered explosion upon impact, Selen chuckled wickedly as she gracefully somersaulted away. Despite the fierce attacks, no wounds could be seen on the surface of her skin.
She received not even a single scratch from the exchange.
Upon seeing this scenario, Leif pped his hands, "Okay, that''s enough!"
"It''s not good to mock a True Werewolf, you don''t want to push him too much" He added.
Laughing, Selene yed her slender ws on her lips while looking at Sven in the distance, a grim look adorned his face—from the frustrations of not being able to hit her. "It''s a rare sight to see him, I can''t help myself to have some fun,"
"You had your fun now," Leif replied, giving her a warning look.
As he said that, Sven peeled through the earth with a simple dash, heading straight for Leif.
Swoosh!
Just as he was near Leif—with the onlookers turning away at the fear of him being shed to pieces by Sven''s fearsome ws an explosion of dust, covered the entire ce. Surprisingly, Sven halted in his steps right before hitting Leif.
Instead of attacking back, Leif bowed down a little, showing his respect to Sven.
Seeing the submissive gestures, Sven huffed his anger.
Devoid of any means ofmunication beyond roars and howls, Sven put physical cues and gestures above everything. He could see that Leif, was disying submissive gestures—and didn''t deem Leif as a threat anymore even though he has Dual King Marks.
"Am no threat to you, am only nothing but a simple Prince," Leif said, raising his gaze slowly.
Upon hearing this, Sven''s eyes glistened in question.
Leif then exined—using mostly growls tomunicate with Sven clearly.
"We want only your aid, a request, to make Werewolves the strongest"
"Do you not want Werewolves to be the strongest?"
Offered that question, Sven squinted his predatory eyes, as that was a stupid question.
"Then listen and help me, Sven. I need you..."
...
Meanwhile, on the other side of the Supernatural territory.
In the heart of the destend—where the veil between the living—and the dead grew thiny the Undead territory where no living beings were normally seen. But at this very moment, there were a couple of groups of living beings, in front of the Castle of the Dead—with spires reaching towards the dark sky.
A lot of them were Orcs, brimming with vitality that attracted the Undeads around.
But even then, no Undeads reached to touch them.
Leading the Orcs was a bulky Orc adorned in spiky armor, the leader of their n it seems.
At the center, right in front of the castle was a vastke.
Some of the Orcs that were stationed at the back felt extremely uneasy as theke was not a normalke, it was glowing with an eerie glow, a pool of necrotic energy, that pulsed with the vitality of the living.
Because of this pool, there was this weird pull to their souls that made them uneasy.
If anything, staying here would turn them into an Undead the same.
Throughout the entire territory, towering pirs of death rose like grim totems—each of their surfaces etched with sinister runes, that whispered ancient incantations. Around them were countless souls and undead corpses, most of them were seemingly asleep.
Only wraiths of the darkest kinds could be seen roaming about, keeping an eye for dangers.
"How much longer we should stay here?"
"As long as we need until Elder Noskear instructed us"
Many of the Orcs were bing restless as they were in the heart of thend of the dead—beings that eat souls and vitality. But even then—the n leader was firmed on his spot—not going to leave until Elder Noskear said something.
Just then, an all-ck Undead knight, a Death Knight came out of the castle.
His burning eyes scour the scene beforending on the n leader, "Come inside right now,"
"Elder Nosekar is asking for you," He addedmandingly.
Upon hearing this, the n leader nodded and stepped forward without hesitation.
However, as his Warchief, filled with trepidation, seized him by the wrist—silently questioning whether it was the right decision to be here. Even then, the n leader''s countenance turned dark "Lurbhuk has forged an alliance with the new power. We can no longer afford passivity,"
Following the Death Knight, the n leader stepped into the castle.
Many Undeads, mostly ghosts and specters crawled on the pirs along the corridor.
All of them are looking at him as if he was a snack.
Pressing on, he eventually reached a chamber, and Elder Noskear was inside.
Like an alchemist who came from the pit of unholiness, experimenting with death itself, Elder Noskear could be seen drawing greenish liquid from inside the pot—smearing it onto a book, an unholy book of the Undead.
She did this a couple of times, taking delight in every time she did it.
Relishing her craft to be a masterpiece.
Following the Death Knight, the n leader stood several steps away from Elder Noskear.
He was watching this process with his heart thumping hard inside his chest.
"In the hands of progress and advancement—the new era humans have achieved something called technology. In doing so, inadvertently sparked ideas within us, the Supernaturals" She remarked, continuing her craft without looking at the n leader. "Some may call it a curse..."
As she said this, she chanted some form of spell, instilling contents into the unholy book.
Coupled with a relic of the dead engraved on the cover, the book seemed to bepleted.
Pivoting around, she handled the book with care.
But as she did this, the n leader saw something quite surprising from the book.
Even though the energy was thoroughly changed in properties—he could recognize, that the relic engraved on the cover was something that belonged to the Orcs, "But I call it—blessing, a natural advancement of the world"
Standing up, Elder Noskear gave the book to the n leader.
"What purpose, is this book handed to me, Elder?" the n leader asked in confusion.
However, as a response, Elder Nosekar smiled, "A blessing for your people,"
"It''s abination spell of our races, something that would bolster your forces," She added.
Upon seeing the interest in the n leader''s face, Elder Noskear''s lips curled higher.
A sense of mysteriousness surrounding her.
...
Meanwhile, back to Dargena City, after the arrival of Calidora to the castle.
"Captain Linthia!"
As she investigated themotion echoing through the city square—which turned out to be Calidora''s arrival, Linthia traversed the streets, lost in thought. Entrusted with the protection of the resource production centers, she found herself with ample time on her hands in recent days, the urgency of her duties momentarily abating.
But as she was walking, someone called her name, it was a city guard.
"Captain Linthia!"
Upon hearing this, Linthia stopped and turned to the city guard.
"What''s wrong? Did something happen?"
"No, it''s not like that, captain"
Realizing that Linthia seemed to be thinking negatively, the city guard assured her.
"I don''t know how to say this—but there was an Orc who imed to have an urgent matter to discuss with you," the city guard reported. "He didn''t specify what the urgent matter is—but I can attest that he was being serious"
Raising her brow, Linthia pondered, "An Orc? I don''t want to be disturbed right now,"
"Should I decline him, then?" the city guard asked again to make sure.
However, upon hearing this, Linthia hesitated.
She didn''t think she had anything urgent with the Orcs, however—an ominous premonition gnawed at her consciousness. Despite her thoughts being otherwise upied, sh decided to confront the Orc, "On second thought, bring him to me. I''ll be waiting at mypound,"
"Yes, captain. I''ll bring him to you straight away," the city guard nodded and left.