The Invincible Full-Moon System

Chapter 1002 Arctic Realm

Evelyn backed away from the door when she saw Flunra standing there.

Since she was venting out her frustrations earlier, she was not focused and failed to sense that Flunra had come back. It was unknown how long he had been standing there, and not knowing that made her slightly nervous.

If he was listening from the start, then he had definitely heard all of her vexation.

Not an ideal scenario for Evelyn.

Keeping his lips closely shut, Flunra stepped into the bed chamber with his eyes locked onto Evelyn. He was expressionless, and the air around him was somewhat cold. Even though it was already an uncomfortable minute, he didn't say anything.

Just his silence alone made Evelyn believe that he heard it all.

Additionally, she doesn't understand where this random tension in the air comes from.

It made her somewhat hesitant to be close to Flunra.

However, eventually, she shook her head and became the first one to break the ice in the air that seemed to be coming from Flunra, "How was it, Flunra...? Did- Did you meet with Rex? What did he say about the matter?"

"Come inside, I have something to say" Flunra ignored her question and stepped inside.

Giving a quick glance to Kyran, he then turned around to face Evelyn.

Evident confusion could be seen on her face as she could feel that Flunra was acting weirdly, but she decided to blame that on him having something in his mind. "I decided to go and do what the Ice and Snow Lunirich God wanted, hoping to gain a favor from her"

"What if she decided to not honor the proposition?" Evelyn asked back.

Flunra shook his head helplessly, "Nevertheless, we still need to try. It will help Lord Rex"

"Fine, I understand where you are coming from, but I'm going to come with you. Currently, the city is doing better, so I can let Ryze, Prof. K, and Giana protect the city while we are gone" She replied, there was a hint of stubbornness in her tone.

Upon hearing this, Flunra wanted to decline but was given a sharp look by Evelyn.

It seemed she knew what he was going to say.

Despite her role as the Luna, Flunra empathized with the difficulty of merely observing the situation escalating from the sidelines without actively participating directly. He recognized Rex's directive for her to oversee the city in his absence, but it was not an easy thing to do.

'If she comes, then there wouldn't be any of the pack members watching over the city...'

Pondering about this, a frown crept into his face.

Giana and Prof. K are also a part of the Silverstar Pack, but they were outer pack members who would have no capabilities to inform the others if the city did get attacked. Of course, this problem could be solved through other methods, but Flunra doesn't like it.

He's not comfortable leaving the city with only them in charge.

At the very least, if Evelyn was here, Rex or the others would sense if she was in danger.

'I'll find a way, there's no point in arguing with Evelyn' Flunra nodded.

Refocusing his gaze on Evelyn again, he continued, "Okay, you can come with me. We'll pick up Adhara on the way to help, the place should reside within the domain of the Undead, it's quite far, but that won't be a problem, I can quicken our pace"

"Know that if we succeed, we might save Lord Rex's life later, when he fought the Executor" He added seriously.

To fight the Executor, he would need all the help he can get.

Flunra emphasized to Evelyn that this might be the crucial way for her to aid Rex in his battle, as completing the proposition might open the door to gaining assistance from the Princess of Ice and Snow in their fight against the Executor.

If his memories serve him right, the Ice and Snow Princess would be a great asset for them.

After talking about that, the two of them left the chamber to prepare.

Evelyn swiftly headed to her own bed chamber to don her battle armor, while Flunra exited the castle with the intention of informing the others about his departure and also fortifying additional layers of protection in case the city was really attacked.

Personally, he doesn't believe that the Executor would attack the city.

It was not his style in Flunra's opinion.

Also, adding to his longstanding grudge against Rex, he'd definitely much rather take over the city than destroy it. Surely, he would find a way greater satisfaction in doing that to the city Rex had built rather than killing which he always does regularly.

But then again, it's never wrong to be safer than sorry.

However, unknown to both of them, when they both left, Kyran's fingertips trembled.

A peculiar light also glistens inside his eyes.

...

'How long has it been...? How long has it been since I'm here?'

'All of my energy reserves were gone to gain that brief moment of regaining consciousness'

'Has Rex saved me yet? Or am I still in the Witch's possession?'

'Am I even still alive...?'

Inside a place that personified the very essence of coldness itself.

An artic of ultimate coldness.

Cold wind blew violently from the west, turning into a vicious blizzard that swirl around thick snow, limiting the vision to nothing more than fifty meters. Sometimes, the blizzard calmed a little, but beyond the veil of the blizzard lies more arctic expanse.

Not a single building, natural or not, could be seen as far as the eyes can see.

Kyran has been stuck in this place for God knows how long.

Initially, he kept track of time through the change from the sky. He counted that he had been stuck in this place, ever since he lost consciousness for close to two thousand nights, and he already gave up counting some time ago.

He lost track of it, and he possibly already closing into the three thousand mark right now.

Additionally, he couldn't move freely too.

At the exact moment that he arrived, two giant white Werewolves were already waiting for him and took him to his quarter, which was an ice prison in the middle of nowhere. He tried to fight them off but he was incapable of injuring them.

Despite his attempts, he was treated like a baby by these two giant Werewolves.

No matter how much he struggled, it was completely futile.

Locked within the ice prison, being hit by the blizzard's coldness directly, this was the first time he actually felt cold since he was turned into a Werewolf. It was so cold that his body started to develop frostbite.

Prolonged exposition to the coldness would definitely kill him.

To think that such coldness existed is beyond Kyran's imagination, it was simply horrifying.

Not to mention, it was not mana that produced this cold.

Once in a while, the giant Werewolves came back and brought him to a place, some sort of arena in the heart of this arctic place. More giant white Werewolves were there, surrounding the arena, which was a vast frozen lake.

Kyran also found that the giant Werewolves were uncountable.

At the very least, there were thousands of them which surrounded the arena.

Naturally, the hope of slaughtering his way out of this place has turned unviable in an instant.

Other than him, there were other Werewolves brought here.

As he waited for what was about to happen, he attempted to engage in conversation with some of them, only to discover that they all talked weirdly. Not that he couldn't understand what they were saying, but rather, they talked to him as if they were fearful of him.

It was as if Kyran was a ghost of their loved ones that had come back alive.

Moreover, these Werewolves looked to be old, and also, Kyran was in his human form so it was even weirder for them to be fearful of him. Soon he learned that the reason they were brought here was to be pitted against each other.

lightsnοvεl Kyran and the others were forced to fight while the giant Werewolves cheered.

Obviously, at first, he was utterly confused.

Due to the confusion, he lost his first fight as the other Werewolf was locked in to beat him.

He barely managed to survive until the time ran out.

Since his opponent was as fierce as a tiger, he suffered multiple grievous wounds that put him in a state where he needed to be brought out of the arena by the giant Werewolves. He was completely injured from head to toe.

Upon confirming with the other Werewolves, one of them said that it's the rule to survive.

From that Werewolf, he learned that this is how life works here.

Based on the Werewolf, Kyran learned that securing victory in his upcoming battle was imperative. His victory would result in the giant Werewolves relocating him to a less frigid environment, offering a chance at survival.

However, should he falter in the impending fight, he would undoubtedly die from the cold.

If he dies here, then his actual body will also die.

Ever since the first fight, he has been fighting seriously.

Kyran pulled nothing back and attacked each of his opponents with the intent to kill.

His survival instinct kicks in as he doesn't want to die.

Slowly but surely, he was relocated into a more and more hospitable environment and also placed in a bigger ice prison so that he had space to move. Passing day two thousand, he has fought countless times, and now his opponent was no joke.

It has become devastatingly more difficult to come out as a winner in the arena.

Even the wounds he suffered from each fight remain.

His regenerative ability was doing its best to heal him normally, but there were some wounds that were so great that they left scars on his body. Fighting several times already left him with more than a dozen of those scars across his body.

Anyone who saw Kyran right now would think that he has lived for thousands of years.

A veteran from the ancient era because of these scars.

Despite having the time to fight in the arena, most of his daily lives were cramped inside the ice prison with nobody else except his mind to accompany him. Kyran is slowly going insane from stressing over the fact that he made another problem for Rex.

He already swore to not do that again to himself, but he failed.

Every single day was him praying for some miracle that he could atone for his failure.

One fateful day, his prayer was answered when he found a pack of giant Werewolves in the distance, approaching his icy confinement. A quick assessment revealed their number to be around fifteen, with twelve bearing a platform on their backs.

On this platform rested an ice throne, occupied by an enigmatic figure of ice.

It appears to be a woman with unfathomable power, her presence alone was enough to force Kyran's senses to send danger signals into his brain. Upon closer scrutiny, she manifested in a humanoid form, adorned with silvery hair, azure eyes, and a grey complexion resembling that of a Dark Elf.

Despite her exquisite beauty, able to capture Kyran's attention, she was on a bad moon.

Her pursed lips and sharp eyes depicted that clearly.

Kyran observed as one of the giant Werewolves approached the door of his captivity, and swung it open before stepping aside. Puzzled, he gazed at the massive creature before hesitantly walking out of his enclosure.

Tap!

Following that, he was pushed from the back, a gesture to go closer to the platform.

Upon reaching close, he looked up to the woman.

Now that he was close, Kyran could feel that moonlight energy was swirling around the woman, she was like a compass that regulates the moonlight energy. It made him assume that she must be related to the Ice and Snow Full Moon that put him here.

"Do you want to leave this place and return to the world below?" the woman asked, her voice carrying the weight of her insurmountable oppressing power. "If so, I can grant you that..."