The Invincible Full-Moon System



Out to the others' surprise, the Storm Prince wanted to do the unthinkable.

Standing beside the rightful high seat of the Supreme One was the Storm Prince, a being layered with lustrous blue furs with white tints and muscle build that make him look monstrous and horrifying.

Moreover, his natural weapons have also evolved into a stronger form.

Aside from the fact that the Storm Prince was bigger and more muscular than the regular Werewolves, his claws, and canine fangs were elongated to the point of peak deadliness and their sharpness are glistening.

It was a trait developed more for the third generation of Werewolves.

Like a living tank, indomitable in will and physique, the Storm Prince's body is also covered in deep blue almost reaching black armor, another extra layer to his majesticness and natural talent for fighting.

But despite his appearance, he has an upright stand that added a dignified look to him.

Glancing around the powerhouses inside the chamber arrogantly, the Storm Prince then scoffed when his eyes landed on Rancaladra, "Even you, Rancaladra. I expected the Heavenly Dragonman to be prideful, but to think you also be scared of a dead man's seat is a complete disappointment"

"If that belongs to your Origin, would you still sit on it?" Rancaladra replied, nonchalantly.

Even though the Storm Prince is obviously trying to bother him with that statement, it doesn't seem to do much as Rancaladra didn't even glance at him. For him, this is not a matter of pride.

It's about respect, and self-consciousness that he was not on the Origin's level.

Looking from the Supernaturals' perspective, the ancient humans are proud and steadfast in their reverence of their sovereign, adamant in referring to him as the Supreme One. However, this is not a title they invented, it simply refers to him as the Origin of all ancient humans.

But despite this fact, pride prevented them to use the term Origin for their sole leader.

Rancaladra simply doesn't sit there because he was respectful to his Origin enough, and he didn't want others to tarnish his Origin's reputation. As depraved and brutal as the ancient humans can be, they still give a face to the strong.

Despite slaving the entirety of the Supernatural races, the Origins are respected.

Nobody inside the ancient human empire that is not as strong as the Supernatural Origins would do anything to disrespect them, it's a matter of class, and that kind of heinous act is untasteful even for ancient humans.

It has always been wrong for the weak to talk about the strong, then or now.

Although the Storm Prince understand what Rancaladra was saying, he was too prideful to admit that and could only shrug those words away. "Regardless, the Supreme One is dead, Cardoc Mirza is dead. It doesn't matter who takes his seat"

With that being said, the Storm Prince intends to sit on the high seat.

Baralt who was watching this from the side was panicking, he doesn't know what to do and also feared that something would happen to the Storm Prince. It's true that the Ancient Humans are dead, yet there might be some power remnants that might erase the Storm Prince.

Just as the Storm Prince was about to bend his body and sit down, he abruptly stopped.

Most of the Elders inside the chamber were giving the Storm Prince a side glance, seeing that he suddenly stopped mid-way to sit on the high seat. But without saying anything, he suddenly straighten his back again.

It confuses the others, they were confused as to what the Storm Prince is doing.

Out of their surprise, without saying a single word, the Storm Prince walks away from the high seat and went over to the other empty seat and sits there. Not forgetting to imbue his Storm Moon energy to change the seat's appearance to a throne-like seat.

'What just happened...?' Baralt thought to himself, his mind still trying to wrap around.

Not even Baralt, but the other Elders have the same question in their minds while stealing a glance at the Storm Prince, sitting leisurely with a straight face and didn't pursue the high seat that belongs to the Supreme One.

While the others dissuade from asking, Baralt walks over and leans down.

"Are you okay, your majesty?" he asked.

But upon hearing this, the Storm Prince didn't answer and instead clasped his hands on the round table right in front of his face. Making sure the others are not looking, he secretly wiped something on his nose.

It was blood, drizzling down from his nose, which would surprise the others if known.

As he was about to sit on the high seat that belongs to the Supreme One, the Storm Prince could feel that if he get any further, he would be susceptible to immense danger and would probably die right there.

Even though the high seat looks normal, it seems there was something protecting it.

The Storm Prince wasn't too sure of what was the thing that is protecting the high seat, yet his senses screams danger to him when he was about to sit down. Living most of his life in battle, his senses are his best friend.

No matter how dire the situations are, his senses are always right as it's already honed.

Feeling the first dangerous sensation through his honed senses, he snap out of his daze and managed to break free from the pride that is taking over him temporarily. Knowing that it was not worth it, he decided to stop.

It proves to be the right decision since he even started bleeding from his nose.

Although he wasn't able to sit on the high seat that belongs to the Supreme One yet, he already suffered damage. If the others find out, then his reputation would fail so he decided to keep silent.

But then, the Storm Prince's eyes met with Elder Nolacula sitting across him.

Seeing the smirk on Elder Nolacula's face is enough to tell the Storm Prince that he knew what had happened, and why he suddenly walks away like that. The moment his nose bleed, Elder Nolacula caught the scent in an instant.

Due to that, the Storm Prince could only stay silent with a darkened expression.

It was a moment later that the other races finally came and all six high seats excluding the high seat belonging to the Supreme One is occupied, the Undead came not soon after the arrival of the Storm Prince.

But the Shapeshifter's arrival shocked the other Elders.

Each of them has been told by the previous Kings that the Shapeshifter's King, King Oddity has been captured and possibly killed by the modern humans. Yet, another Shapeshifter came to exchange him.

The one that came is the last Five Conversion, a lesser being compared to the others.

Although the Elders of the other races were about to kick the Shapeshifter out, knowing that their race was in shambles right now and their representative is not adequate enough to sit alongside them, something weird happened.

With the disappearance of King Oddity, the Shapeshifters are in total chaos.

Furthermore, unlike the other Supernatural races, without King Oddity around there was no one to assist the slumbering Elders in regaining consciousness quickly. As a result, their whole race had no strategic maneuvers.

But the other Supernatural Races were wrong, the Shapeshifters are still in the game.

Striding inside the chamber was the last member of the Five Conversion, one of the trusted aid of King Oddity, yet the one inside her body is an Elder's Consciousness, it was a Shapeshifter called Enima the Exemplar.

Its name alone shows bearing, and the other Elders didn't pursue the matters anymore.

"Since we're all gathered here, then you all must acknowledge the Fifthborn as our single enemy that we needed to kill. So in that case, I'm here to propose a truce, until the Fifthborn dies at least" Elder Tilrith stood up and announced her views.

Upon hearing this, most of the Elders nodded their heads in agreement.

Just then Rancaladra glanced over at the Undead Elder, Elder Noskear sharply, pure hatred can be seen inside his eyes, "Elder Tilrith, don't be naive. Let's not pretend that there's not a huge blazing fire inside this chamber..."

Elder Tilrith glanced at Elder Noskear before she sighed.

It's inevitable that differences are going to appear, she herself was also suppressing from attacking Rancaladra as the Demons also have a problem with the Dragonman. Yet she stayed composed, for the better good.

"We can resolve our differences after it's done, it's for the best" Elder Tilrith said.

But Rancaladra shakes his head, his eyes sparking with deep blue draconic flames fueled with his anger, "No, I refuse to be in a truce with that filthy creature. If it's other Undead Elders, I would've been fine, but you, not you... Regardless of the Fifthborn, I will kill you"

"Fufufu, are you able to do that, Rancaladra? I fear that you might become my pet also"

BRAK!

Remembering what Elder Noskear has done, Rancaladra was fuming with anger.

Despite the worldly suppression energy, his body blazes with deep blue inferno, ready to strike at any moment as he completely lost his cool and calm demeanor. It was simply the heinous act that was done by Elder Noskear that made him like this.

"Match my tempo here, Rancaladra. It's enough..." Elder Tilrith suddenly said.

Even though her tone was calm and sweet, soothing to the ears, her eyes glowed with demonic malice and turned sharp, warning that there will be no fights inside this peaceful meeting.

Rancaladra glanced around and find the others also showed the same malice.

Although Elder Tilrith seemed to also be riled up by the situation, in reality, she was helping Rancaladra by using her own energy to clash against his energy. It provides a necessary struggle to help Rancaladra calmed his anger down.

Clicking his tongue in displeasure, Rancaladra then deactivates his draconic power.

Leaning back on his high seat again, he then averted his gaze away as he doesn't want to even look at Elder Noskear. "We could still resolve our unfinished business, but this can only be done after we defeat the Fifthborn" Elder Tilrith continues.

"Anyone breaking this rule would be attacked by the others instantly, are we clear?"

Upon hearing this, all Elders eventually agreed.

Out of their history of fighting against ancient humans or humans in general, there are two major wars and they lose both of them and become enslaved. It was about time they worked perfectly together and triumph over the humans for once.

Just as they all agreed, Elder Nolacula suddenly spoke up.

"It's true that the Fifthborn is an immediate threat, but there's also another threat rising up to us. I'm sure you are all aware of the threat" he said, hinting at another palpable threat for the Supernatural Races.

Of course, the other Elders knew what he was talking about.

During the First Breath earlier, there was another powerful energy matching theirs.

Finding that the other Elders are conscious of that entity, Elder Nolacula then added, "Apart from defeating the Fifthborn, we also need to defeat him or he'll rise up and disturb the Supernaturals and the Humans' power dynamic"

"I wouldn't worry about him, I am the true heir of the Werewolves" the Storm Prince replied.

But as the two were bantering with each other, Elder Noskear's eyes glowed with death energy and extreme malice, "I agree with Elder Nolacula, that thing, whatever it is has killed an Enchanter and many of my people. As a good Elder, I will avenge them, I'll make him one of my pet collections..."

Just as she said that all of the Elders were shocked when the ground started shaking.

Rumble!

Glancing to the side, a frown appeared on the Storm Prince's face, "I sensed someone outside, the world is still in chaos so I don't know who it is. But I think someone is engaging with our forces outside"

Meanwhile, right outside of Dead Man's Creek.

Thousands of soldiers from the high-rank Supernatural races have encircled the entire Dead Man's Creek, barricading anyone for trying to disturb the meeting of the Elders about the plan of the world.

It was then a black lightning strike descends from the sky, striking the ground powerfully.

Upon recovering from the blast of electricity, the soldiers readied their weapons and went into their battle stances, wanting to confront the intruders. But then, their entire being shakes at the sight of the figure stepping out of the cloud of smoke.

A being that each one of them recognized almost instantly.

Knowing full well the merciless terror of the lethal claws of the figure walking towards them, their entire being trembled with fear, and their accumulation of bleak aura filled the entire place.

"It- It's the R-Royal Black Prince!"