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Both were galloping behind, commanding their packs with an air of authority.

Not too far in front of them was a figure, trying to escape.

From the looks of it, these were two distinct packs, united in a high-speed pursuit.

Under the approaching Honey Moon’s energy, saturating the air, these Werewolves were way faster and stronger than normal. Fighting Werewolves near a full moon is always a bad idea— it would only result in a foolish death.

It was unknown what the figure did to them, but they were extremely angry.

On the other hand, the figure clad in a pure white and gold robe kept on sprinting ahead.

Despite the Werewolves’ extraordinary speed, which showcased their abilities as eighth-rank realm fighters, the figure maintained a substantial lead ahead. Suddenly with a decisive step, the figure veered sharply to the left.

Growl!

Not even losing speed, the Werewolves behind followed.

But this decision led was a horrendous mistake, the figure was met with a dead-end.

A clearing in the forest.

He looked left and right and found nowhere to go, he was trapped and surrounded.

On the other hand, the Werewolves, followed the trail of the figure’s scent—and reached the same dead-end. Coming from the darkness of the forest, their piercing minimalist eyes were glowing as they stepped into the clearing.

Passing through the Betas, the two Alphas stood up and looked at the figure with smiles.

"Nowhere to go now..."

"I’ve been fasting for thousands of years, and your flesh and blood will be the end of it"

As opposed to panicking, he took out the katana strapped to his waist, and dropped down to his knees. He placed the katana sheath, gleaming and vibrating white and gold, and placed it on his lap.

Its shimmer contrasted starkly against the darkness of the night.

"Even in darkness, I can always see your light..." the figure uttered whisperingly.

Upon hearing this—the two packs of Werewolves, alongside their Alphas cackled in disbelief, all of them ridiculed the figure for praying in the last moment of life. No Werewolves would be that pitiful, in the face of death, they would embrace it.

For the figure to drop down to his knees and repent was laughable.

And all the Werewolves smacked their lips in delight.

Each of their sharp, gleaming eyes reflected their hunger and thrill of anticipation.

It has been quite some time for them to eat anything, other than mutated animals.

Now the figure would reset and cleanse their tastebuds, offering varieties to their sad diet.

"Kidnapping one of us was never the right thing, stranger," One of the Alphas announced in an overbearing tone, walking forward slowly while baring his claws. "Now... you will pay the price for your foolishness with your life..."

As the Alpha walked closer to the figure, a wider smile spread across his face.

He could hear light whispers coming from the figure.

Naturally, the Alpha thought of those whispers as desperate prayers of the figure to God.

Something that he relished to happen before he killed his victims.

However, his grin faltered when he saw the figure slowly unsheathed his katana with grace, the lethal sharpness of the katana resonated in the night air as it grazed against the sheath—creating a consistent, metallic sound.

Even then, the Alpha felt no fear, sensing no killing intent from the figure.

At that moment, a new thought struck him, perhaps the figure intended to commit suicide.

Realizing the possibility of this idea displeased the Alpha, who desired a more satisfying, and bloody end. Leaping forward powerfully to intervene, the Alpha was about to grab the katana but he saw a sudden glistening golden light.

In that instant, his body froze, paralyzed by an unknown force.

Confusion turned to horror as the Alpha realized his head was sliding off his shoulders.

He tried to grasp at his neck, attempting to stop his head from sliding, but his efforts were in vain. With a heavy thud, his head dropped to the ground, lifeless eyes staring up at his body, in disbelief.

Seeing this horrifying sight, the other Werewolves stepped back in utter shock.

None of them saw what had happened.

The Alpha was well before, but in the next second, his head suddenly got decapitated.

All of them then fixed their eyes on the figure, who still remained in the same position, but a change could be seen on the golden katana. Its gold blade was now tainted with blood, and it was only then that the other Werewolves confirmed that it was the figure’s doings.

"How is that possible...?!"

"He’s a powerhouse! He’s acting as if he was running!"

"No..." Just then, the figure answered them as he slowly stood up. "I don’t want to kill"

Pivoting around to face the other Werewolves—the figure exposed his appearance, that was extremely familiar to that of a Human but there were golden markings across his face, a halo—and his eyes were glowing golden.

Upon seeing this, the other Alpha squinted his eyes, "An Angel...?"

"Wait, Angels are alive? I thought they were eradicated!" Another Werewolf butted in.

Seeing an Angel in the new era caught them by surprise as even in the ancient era—Angels were basically, a race long gone. None of them were spared by the Ancient Human, they all were killed, a total genocide.

Ignoring the surprised comments from the Werewolves, the other Alpha stepped forward.

"Are you really an Angel? We did nothing, so how can you kill us?" He asked.

Listening to this, the Angel remained silent.

But even then, the air around the figure turned gloomy.

Receiving no answer, the Alpha’s expression darkened, his aura climbing to an intense level.

He wanted to know why an Angel was in their territory—and how the Angel could kill one of them so aimlessly when they aren’t supposed to be able to do it like that. However, since an Alpha was killed, there was no other way than to kill the Angel.

The remaining Alpha could feel the murderous intent of the Werewolves behind him.

All of the pack members of the deceased Alpha were itching for vengeance.

Rage boiled inside them and they were on the brink of exploding.

Just as the Alpha was about to signal an attack with him leading the attack, the Angel made the first move, "I apologize, but there was no other way..." the Angel apologized—and threw his katana with lightning speed.

On the other hand, the Alpha’s eyes widened in shock.

His eyes widened as the blade pierced through the center of his forehead cleanly.

It propelled him back and killed him on the spot.

Brak!

A second of silence followed as the Alpha’s body landed on the ground a distance away.

Realizing what had happened and with no Alphas around, the Betas went on a rampage and launched an attack on the Angel from all sides. All of their strengths were rapidly increasing, their bloodline as a Werewolf was responding to their rage.

But the Angel was composed and ready.

In a series of graceful movements—the Angel called his katana back, and made numerous swinging motions, creating countless arcs of gold in the air. Not even breaking a sweat, all the Betas mid-air exploded into mists of blood.

Splash!

Splash!

Splash!

Even though the Werewolves weren’t pushovers, the Angel easily killed them all.

Upon doing that, the Angel looked to the bloodshed he created in silence.

"I can see your light—and I follow your light but..." the Angel, dropped down to his knees, and took out an ethereal golden cloth, and began wiping the blood off his katana. Tears streamed down his face as he did this, "How did I end up in darkness?"

Just like that, the forest went back to its eerie quietness.

Only the Angel, his appearance now splattered with blood as he wiped his katana, remains.

A single glow amongst the darkness of the forest.

...

Meanwhile, back to the Silverstar Pack castle.

Knowing how cruel and savage a Demon could be, Catherine’s face paled at the threat.

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She couldn’t even imagine the evil Mavenna would do to her.

"I- I swear I’m not lying! Please don’t bring the others, they don’t have any bad intentions. for you or the other forces on this continent!" Catherine pleaded further—she was sobbing. and tried to hold onto Rex’s robust leg. "All of them are grieving, and they were trying to save our Origin’s legacy!"

Upon hearing this, however, Rex scoffed as he stood up, "I’ll be the judge of that, not you"

"Help me find them," He added, looking down at Catherine. "After all, I have what you people, are searching for. I’m the one who killed the Executor so I know where he died but... I want to know what you all seek from that location"

Rex returned inside to prepare for his departure.

He would tell Valthor about what he was going to do so the others would know.

Since they were all training, he couldn’t disturb them.

Currently, he was inside his bed chamber alone, Mavenna was looking after Catherine at the front of the castle, in wait for him. He was going to meet the Angels, from the rebellion force to understand the Angels’ motives.

He had a feeling Catherine could locate them easily, so this trip should not be too long.

As he checked the Sudden Quest to save the Countess, he frowned.

"Divine Chalice... I still need to find it, but where should I start? I have no clue, and asking the System would be futile" Rex already tried, and the System, gave him an unreasonable cost to know the location since it was tied to a Goddess.

Because of that, he needs to find it himself without the System’s help.

Just then, however, Rex placed both hands on the table.

It was silent inside the room, and it stayed like that for another minute before it was not.

Brak!

Out of nowhere, Rex slammed both of his hands on the table hard.

Roar!!!

A loud roar echoed in Rex’s mind, the roar that has been bothering his mind lately.

It was the roar of the slithering monster, he met—when he forced the Countess, to open the portal to the realm of Chaos. A vivid memory that lingered in his mind, and his anger surged anew because of it.

Unleashing a guttural snarl, he ripped the table apart and hurled it against the wall.

It broke and splintered into small pieces.

"Edward..." He uttered, standing on his spot with his head down.

Rex was frustrated, Edward was trapped inside the chaos realm, tormented relentlessly and there was nothing he could do about it. He was powerless to save Edward. Moreover, it was a bad taste in his heart to know the monster ignored his warnings.

Certainly, it was having fun torturing Edward inside that realm.

He, on the other hand, was still far from being able to save Edward, and it tormented him.

"I need to be strong faster, I want to save Edward... Like he saved me" Rex uttered.

Recalling the sacrifice Edward made to help him win against the Fifthborn, Rex took a deep inhale before he looked at his reflection in the mirror with fierce determination. Nodding his head, he went out of the chamber with hurried steps.

Just as he went out of his bed chamber, he met someone in the hallway.

It was Naela, but he didn’t greet her as he got things to do.

Upon seeing Rex walking past her without saying anything, Naela widened her eyes.

She then quickly turned and called him, "Your Majesty!"

"I’m busy Naela, if you need something go to Kyran and ask him" Rex replied.

He didn’t even stop to look at her as he said this.

Knowing that there was no other way other than being direct to grab Rex’s attention—Naela pinched herself to speak up, and said, "I got news, about the Divine Chalice! I know you’re in desperate need of it, and I can help!"

At the mention of the Divine Chalice, Rex stopped abruptly and turned towards her.

"Are you being serious?" Rex asked.

Naela nodded firmly, "Yes, I can help. If I can have a little bit of your time, I will tell you"