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Chapter 7: The Altar of the Moon
Author: Disky
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​The scouts stood in the center of the clearing, their breath huffing in the frozen air. Marek held a cluster of severed wolf ears, his hands trembling. The sight of the shattered ice wolf had broken something in the group's perception of reality. They looked at Lucian not as a peer, but as a phantom they happened to be following.

​You all take the trophies back to Kaelen, Lucian said, his voice flat and devoid of emotion. Tell him we hit a scouting party. Tell him I am tracking the rest of the pack to their source.

​Marek stepped forward, his eyes darting to the shadows. Lucian, you are insane. If there is a High Tier out there, you will be shredded. Even the Knights don't go deeper than the Weeping Willows without a silver-plated vanguard.

​Go, Lucian commanded.

​He didn't wait for an argument. He turned and vanished into the treeline, using a combination of Shadow Step and his increased Agility to put distance between himself and the recruits. He didn't want witnesses for what came next. To reach the peak of the world, he had to stop acting like a soldier and start acting like a monster.

​System, Lucian whispered as he ran, locate the strongest life sign within five miles.

​Scanning...

Direction: North-Northwest.

Distance: 3.2 miles.

Target: Lycanthrope Elder - Blood-Moon Berserker.

Estimated Level: 15.

Warning: User is Level 7. Probability of survival in direct combat: 12 percent.

​Lucian felt a thrill of genuine fear, the kind that made his cold blood sing. Twelve percent was better than the zero percent he had lived with for forty years.

​As he moved deeper into the Blackwood, the trees changed. The bark turned a sickly, bruised purple, and the leaves whispered in a language of rot. This was the heart of the Werewolf Hegemony’s territory, a place where the Moon-God’s influence was strongest.

​He reached a natural stone amphitheater hidden beneath a canopy of ancient, gnarled oaks. In the center sat a wolf that dwarfed the Alpha he had killed on the battlements. This creature didn't need to stand on two legs to look imposing. Its fur was the color of dried scabs, and its eyes weren't amber—they were a swirling, chaotic red.

​The Elder was eating. It was tearing through the carcass of a forest elk with a ferocity that made the ground shake.

​Heart-Seeker Gaze activated.

​Lucian gasped. The Elder’s heart wasn't a single pulse. It was a twin-chambered engine of pure carnage, radiating a heat that blurred the air around it. It was beautiful. It was the key to his evolution.

​Tactical Assessment: The target has a passive aura of Dread.

Effect: Reduces User's Agility by 15 percent.

Recommendation: Use the environment. The target is currently in a feeding trance.

​Lucian reached into his inventory. He still had the Bone-Chilled Dagger, but he knew a single stab wouldn't stop this beast. He needed something more. He looked at the 15 Shadow Credits he had earned from the skirmish.

​System, open the Shadow Market. Quick-buy: Sanguine Bindings (One-time use trap).

Cost: 10 Credits.

​Item Acquired.

​Lucian crept toward the edge of the stone circle. He moved with the silence of a falling leaf, his Carrion Eater trait allowing him to mask his own scent with the smell of the forest's decay. He laid the Sanguine Bindings—thin, ethereal red threads—across the only exit from the clearing.

​Then, he picked up a jagged piece of obsidian and threw it. Not at the wolf, but at a cluster of dry branches on the opposite side of the amphitheater.

​The Elder froze. It dropped the elk and spun toward the noise, a low, tectonic rumble starting in its chest. It sniffed the air, its nostrils flaring.

​Lucian didn't move. He held his breath, his Heart-Seeker Gaze locked on those two pulsing red engines.

​The Elder stepped toward the noise, its massive paws silent on the moss. It was cautious, a predator that had survived centuries. Just as it passed a large, overhanging rock, Lucian struck.

​Shadow Step!

​He appeared directly above the Elder, falling from the rock like a shadow. He drove the Bone-Chilled Dagger into the beast’s shoulder. The frost-bloom erupted, but the Elder was too powerful to freeze. It roared, a sound that shattered the nearby silence, and threw itself backward.

​Lucian was launched into a tree, the impact cracking several of his ribs.

​Warning: Health at 60 percent. Bone fractures detected.

​The Elder didn't give him time to recover. It charged, a mountain of fur and rage. Lucian scrambled to his feet, his vision swimming. He ran toward the exit, toward the trap.

​The wolf was faster. It gained on him, its jaws snapping inches from his heels. Lucian dived through the gap in the stones just as the Elder hit the invisible threads of the Sanguine Bindings.

​The red threads snapped into life, wrapping around the Elder’s limbs and throat. The beast tumbled, skidding across the dirt as the magical silk tightened, cutting into its thick hide.

​Now! Lucian screamed, his voice cracking.

​He didn't use the dagger. He used his bare hands, fueled by every point of Strength he had gained. He leaped onto the pinned beast’s chest. The Elder struggled, its claws shredding Lucian’s Ghoul-Skin Tunic and the flesh beneath.

​Critical Health: 25 percent.

​Lucian ignored the warnings. He ignored the blood filling his own mouth. He focused on the twin pulses. He plunged his hand into the Elder’s chest cavity, his fingers finding the hot, slick muscle of the primary heart.

​System Prompt: High-Tier Essence detected. Initiate Consumption?

​Yes! Lucian roared internally.

​A torrent of white-hot energy flowed from the wolf’s heart into Lucian’s arm. It felt like drinking liquid fire. The Elder’s roars turned into a pathetic whimper as its life force was drained through the System’s interface.

​Target Eliminated.

Experience Gained: 5000.

Level Up! Level 8... Level 9... Level 10 reached!

​The world went white. The stone amphitheater, the trees, and the dead wolf vanished. Lucian floated in a void of scrolling code and crimson light.

​Criteria Met: Level 10 reached.

High-Tier Soul consumed.

First Evolution: The Night-Walker Prince.

​Lucian’s body began to twist and reform. His bones snapped and lengthened. His dull gray eyes burned away, replaced by a deep, abyssal black with a single ring of gold around the pupil. His fangs retracted, becoming sharper and more durable, and a pair of pale, ethereal markings appeared on his forearms.

​Evolution Complete.

Attributes increased by 100 percent.

New Skill: Bloodline Domination. You can now command low-tier creatures of the night.

Trait Evolved: Shadow Step is now Void Walk. You can briefly enter a pocket dimension to avoid all damage.

​Lucian opened his eyes. He was standing in the center of the clearing. The Elder was gone, reduced to a pile of fine white ash. The wounds on his chest were gone, replaced by smooth, marble-pale skin that felt as hard as iron.

​He felt... heavy. Not with weight, but with presence.

​He looked at his hand. He flicked a finger, and a blade of pure, black-red energy extended from his palm. It wasn't a Sanguine Dagger like the other students made. It was a Void Blade, humming with the power of the System.

​He turned toward the direction of Castle Malphas. He could see the castle’s heat signature from miles away, glowing like a beacon.

​Wait, the System chimed. New Quest Unlocked: The Royal Masquerade.

Objective: Return to the castle and claim the rank of Elite Scout without revealing your Evolution.

Reward: 50 Shadow Credits and the Map of the First Progenitor.

​Lucian smiled, a sharp and dangerous expression. The kitchen boy was officially dead. The Night-Walker Prince had arrived.

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