The Invincible Full-Moon System

A grave danger was upon them.

Franklin and Reginald were the last ones sent to scout for an Obelisk of Life to replace theirs but now that a Voidal Monarch blocked the one to the west, they were running out of options. It was time for them to make a move, and they needed to act quickly.

Just as the high-rank knight was about to report this to Lord Garvain, Franklin grabbed his arm.

Feeling the grip, the high-rank knight turned in confusion.

But he was met with Franklin’s determined gaze.

"No," He shook his head and stood up. "I’ll go and report this to Lord Garvain, to my brother…"

Despite not knowing whether he should allow Franklin to do this or not, the high-rank knight couldn’t say no to Franklin—his gaze was commanding. Reluctantly, he stepped aside, giving way for Franklin, and allowed him to handle this.

Unlike within the black rift, this place wasn’t covered in dark smoke.

No monsters and no darkness reached this place—Dragna Land.

A river could be seen streaming on the sides and at the center of this land was a city made on the skeleton of a massive dragon. Spearing towards the sky on the right side of the bubble was a diamond-shaped structure made of four floating massive lances with a radiating orb on their tips.

The Obelisk of Life—the structure that oversees the survival of spirits.

A vital structure that protected those near it.

Following the road leading to the city, Franklin along with the group could see the unrest and fear in the eyes of the people they passed by. Knowing that their Obelisk of Life which has stood for a hundred years that they shared with the Narsa House was nearing the end of its age, the people of Dragna Land were scared and worried.

Once the Obelisk of Life ran out, the Black Rift would swallow them whole.

Unless they could recharge the Obelisk of Life or migrate to another Obelisk of Life.

Both were not easy to do.

Reaching a grand pavilion, one that was surrounded by multiple statues of the same muscular man who has a body sculpted by the Gods along with flowers, marbles, and exotic trees—Franklin stepped inside and turned to the guards guarding the entrance.

"Where is he?" He asked.

Hearing this, one of the guards pointed outside instead, "Lord Garvain is in the tavern, Master Franklin"

As soon as he heard that, Franklin could only massage his forehead.

"Of course, he’s in the tavern" He mumbled under his breath before turning around completely.

Going to the corner side of this well-kept and grand neighborhood, Franklin stopped to look up at the tavern above. It was the best and most crowded tavern in the entire Dragna Land, made like a beehive on the dragon skeleton’s spine.

Sighing lightly, Franklin and the group climbed on the prepared wall to reach the tavern.

Upon reaching there, the buoyant atmosphere greeted them.

Men and women alike were drinking and playing games, creating a rough atmosphere.

A table breaking could be heard when it’s not even half a minute of Franklin and his group standing at the entrance. Stepping into the tavern and sweeping his gaze across the place, the people inside suddenly became silent upon realizing his presence.

Ignoring these people, Franklin’s eyes fixed on the muscular man at the center table.

His piercing azure eyes burned with quiet intensity as he stared at Franklin while chugging a big cup of beer. Deep azure long hair cascaded down his shoulders like a restless ocean, and his torso was bare, revealing rippling muscles forged in countless battles.

Each scar marring his chest was proof of his hard-earned survival.

Light azure scales adorned his rugged cheeks, shimmering faintly with an ethereal glow.

But what was most eye-catching was the blue dragon mark tattoo—underneath his left eye, dark and also profound, curling like a brand of destiny upon his flesh. Just his presence alone carries a commanding air, one that someone could only possess after gaining the trust of everyone.

Once the cup was empty, he slammed it on the table and cracked a charming smile.

"Brother Franklin! I never knew you have grown fond of a place—for real men!" He said with a hearty laughter, happy as well as sarcastic in his remarks. "Come, brother! Sit! Have a drink so that you can loosen up that uptight face of yours! We don’t want everyone thinking that you’re older than me now, do we?"

Some of the people inside burst out laughing, going along with the joke.

It wasn’t their drunken stupor but this kind of banter between the brothers was always a good show.

Noticing the sarcasm and being made a joke, Franklin’s expression soured.

He cast the people inside a sharp glare, shutting them up before he approached Garvain’s table.

Standing beside the table, Franklin looked at the men sitting near Garvain sharply.

Realizing his unspoken command, the men swiftly vacated their seats, clearing a space for Franklin and his group. Locking eyes with his brother, Franklin’s gaze then swept over the other drunken men at the table before turning back at Garvain, "We need to talk. It’s important. Give us some space"

Instead of complying, Garvain laughed.

"What are you talking about? You can say it in front of them, I trust these men with my life!" He said, gesturing to the other drunken men to stay which they did. It was clear that the power here was heavy on Garvain’s side.

Clenching his jaw, Franklin swallowed down his anger and said, "We have a problem"

"A problem?" Garvain sneered as he put a cherry into his mouth. "Oh, you mean a minor inconvenience waiting for my genius self to fix it? Go on, tell me. What’s your big brother could do for you? What’s the problem that bothers you so much?"

"It’s the Obelisk of Life, ours only have a month max at best and the Obelisk of Life around us are all inaccessible," Franklin said blatantly, straight to the point. "We need to invade the Narsa House now. At least then, we have another month to prepare for our next move"

"The Narsa House is nothing to me," Garvain smirked. "Besides, that’s a job for men, not you"

Having enough of this humiliation, Franklin slammed his hand against the table.

Bam!

"Brother, your arrogance will be the end of us!" Franklin shouted, furious inside.

Garvain scoffed dismissively, seeing Franklin as nothing more than a small man, "If arrogance were a crime—they would need a special cell just for me," He said—before flexing his robust muscles. "And it better be big enough for my shoulders!"

As he said that aloud, the entire tavern boomed into laughter again.

Seeing this, the high-rank night could only shake his head—this was precisely what he was expecting.

Had it been him who reported to Lord Garvain, it wouldn’t have ended up like this.

Franklin wouldn’t be humiliated further.

Upon hearing this, Franklin stood up, pushing back the chair with more strength than he intended as it fell down to the ground. He then turned toward the exit angrily, "Meeting him is a waste of time, I can’t believe the world favored him more than me. Whatever, I’ll deal with this myself"

Not even casting another glance at Garvain, Franklin headed for the exit.

Just then, however, a voice boomed from behind—causing him to stop in his tracks.

"With the political distress from the crowning of the new Empress, the harmony of the empire is going to be paramount. Anyone who causes a ruckus would no doubt be punished by the Imperial Family," Garvain declared. "The Lady of the Caervall Supreme House, the daughter of Duke Lorcan is helping our neighbors, the Ravencort House in dealing with a leak on their land. It’s not a big leak and she might return in the next couple of days. As long as she’s around, we can’t attack the Narsa House"

Franklin glanced over his shoulder, looking at Garvain in shock.

He didn’t expect Garvain to make his initial move already.

"Until she returned," Garvain lifted his big cup—and tilted it at Franklin. "We can all relax, little brother. Don’t forget, there’s a reason why Father left me in charge. Since you underestimated me, it seemed our father made the right choice"

Gritting his teeth, Franklin left the tavern—leaping back down to the ground.

On the other hand, Garvain’s eyes glowed with an azure hue as he gestured for another drink.

Meanwhile, several miles beside Dragna Land.

A completely different city took hold of the space, a city shimmering with a magical brilliance.

Its streets were paved with magical stones that pulsed faintly, like veins carrying the lifeblood of an ancient power. The stones glowed in hues of blue and silver, their luster shifting with each passing moment, as if alive.

Towering crystal spires, seemingly carved from frozen starlight, pierced the heaven.

Each was engraved with intricate draconic symbols that exuded an aura of strength and wisdom.

Archways adorned with serpentine designs loomed above, veins of spirit energy flowed visibly through the city, and the people here mostly wore scholarly robes while also boasting two Tosca-blue horns that were similar to the people of Dragna Land.

Naturally, this place belonged to the Narsa House—the Dragna Sea.

Inside a floating pavilion, a fierce discussion is being held.

"Father, you can’t possibly trust Garvain to hold his promise!" A breathtaking blonde-haired woman in a black and blue gradient dress exclaimed at an old man sitting on a pillow on a floating platform. "Our people had checked, there is no accessible Obelisk of Life near us! We also can’t possibly beat a Voidal Monarch or even Voidal Princes to recharge our Obelisk of Life! It’s clear Garvain will attack us soon enough to preserve the remaining energy!"

Upon hearing this, the old man averted his gaze away—unable to meet his daughter’s gaze.

"What do you want me to do? It’s my fault anyway…" He answered sheepishly.

Seeing this, another figure, a middle-aged man with a gaze filled with wisdom intervened, "It’s not the time to lament, Lord Istvan. You rebelled back then because of a reason, regret is wasteful for a ruler. It is better for us to make our move first"

"No," Istvan shook his head.

Gritting her teeth angrily, the blonde-haired woman intervened, "What do you mean no?!"

"It’s not that I don’t want to protect us but Garvain already reached the Apex of the Third Circle, I can’t beat him in a straight-on battle. He also has Franklin with him who has also broken through to the Third Circle," Istvan replied, the battle ahead is not looking good—for his people. "If it came down to it, we would be outmatched by them. Even if we somehow won, both sides would suffer great loss that very much might lead to our demise by the Black Rift" Read the latest on NovelBin.Côm

Hearing this, the blonde-haired woman’s complexion paled.

If her father couldn’t beat Garvain then none of them could and that’s bad news.

Not to mention, with the threat of a great loss—both houses could end in this battle.

"If only we could convince that arrogant Garvain to work together instead," the blonde-haired woman bit her lower lip, she knew that convincing Garvain was impossible since he didn’t respect them. "What should we do…?"

Just as the atmosphere was about to drop into despair, Istvan lifted his head.

"We still have time," He said, a glimmer of hope in his voice. "The Duke’s daughter is nearby. They won’t attack until she departs. That gives us a few days—maybe a week, or, with God’s grace, even longer—to find someone Garvain might respect and also help us in securing another Obelisk of Life. Dispatch several groups to scout the neighboring lands. Offer any person with potential riches to temporarily align with our house and speak with Garvain"

"Empty the treasury if you need…" He added with determination.

Moments later.

As Istvan was left alone inside his pavilion, he looked upward to the night sky.

’A miracle, we need a miracle,’ He pondered inside. ’Please send us someone who could help’

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