Novel & Cerita Augus Asura Wrath

He had clearly gained immense power, so why was he still not a match for Adrian? This couldn't be. He didn't want to believe it. But the ironclad facts before him told him that all his fantasies were illusions. He was simply no match for Adrian. "Die!" The next moment, the black aura was completely dispersed. A more powerful attack followed, carrying a blood-like aura. Augustus had exerted all his strength to resist the Divine Frost Slayer Blade’s strike, which was already quite difficult for him. In this second attack, he was unable to cope.

But he is also sad about something that happened in the past. He shakes his head as if trying to clear it. “What are you doing to me?” he asks me in an accusing voice. But everything falls in the background when in my visual field, I see something resembling a battle camp, and I see the aura of the rogue in the form of a wolf. The wolf-aura of the rogue is black while mine is silver-white, and the one of William’s is yellow. The black aura-wolf tries to attack the yellow aura-wolf, but my aura-wolf jumps between the two of them, protecting the yellow aura-wolf while trying to calm the other.

The collar rune around my throat snapped—light cracking like glass. It dissolved. Mara’s face twisted with rage. “No,” she hissed. “You don’t get to—” “I do,” I snapped. I turned to the black-water seam and spoke the only command that mattered. “RETURN.” Ash surged—not upward, not outward—*sideways*, into the water like a hook. The black water fought, swirling, trying to swallow my ash. I clenched my jaw and pushed. “RETURN HER.” The water bulged. A shape rose.

He fought like a demon possessed, slashing, striking, his eyes blazing with desperation. He would not let them take her, not his mate, not his Luna. You could see the agony in his face as she gagged, falling to the ground. A wolf lunged towards him, its teeth sinking into his shoulder, dragging him down. "Dad, look out." I yelled as my feet felt like they were stuck to move. More followed, piling onto him like starving beasts. His silver eyes met mine for the briefest moment, filled with unspoken words, a silent command.

I cried, my voice trembling with rage as I whispered a desperate prayer, chanting the words with all the strength left in my lungs. “Oh, Goddess of the Moonlit Veil, Mother of Rebirth and Purity, Lunaria, heed my wail. By fang and claw, by blood and bone, Let me rise, though I am gone. Silver light, reshape my fate, Drown my love, ignite my hate. Banish mercy, steel my heart— From my ashes, tear me apart.” A powerful thunderclap roared across the sky as my final word echoed into the void. But I didn’t stop. I continued chanting, even as my voice shook.

She growled, Ariston and Maurice stepped back against the wall, they were petrified. I watched as she took another step forward, Ariston and Maurice were frozen with fear. Aura stood in front of them; the light grew brighter. I thought for sure they were going to meet the same fate Vivian met but, to everyone's astonishment, they dropped to the ground on their hands and knees. "We were wrong, you are the one, Aura. You are the one the Moon Goddess sent. Please spare us, we didn't know." They were both crying like fools.

She promptly gestured toward a live broadcast screen in the room, showcasing the second semi-final match. ### *SLASH!* [Angus' Damage Absorption Threshold: 74% >> 53%] Angus' body was brutally slashed by a wind sword, its silver aura surrounded by a dark green hue and transitioning to white at the tip. "What an unbelievable sight! Angus's hit points have been reduced by nearly half due to Gabrielle's one-sided slashes, and he hasn't been able to retaliate!"

I assured him. “Again, can’t wait.” He sarcastically said, but I could’ve sworn there was a glint of relief in his eyes. “Enough of this gushy talk, tell me, how do you feel?” “Normal.” “Ok, good start. Come smell me.” Max asked, sticking his neck up for me. I took a whiff, sandalwood, but this time I sneezed at the smell. “Perfect. You're cured for the time being. Now let me go find a way to get rid of these urges for the beast, but not the beast’s sister.” Max began walking out mumbling something along the lines of, “can’t live with um, especially when they don’t let you kill the one thing that could ruin our clan.”

FLASHBACK — HELL, MINUTES BEFORE The battle reached a fever pitch as Luna, her eyes blazing with fury, unleashed a spear of moonlight that pierced through the chaos, aimed straight at Allistair. The missile hissing through the air made its way, its ethereal light a stark contrast to the darkness of Hell. Allistair, no longer constrained by the Seraphim sigils, absorbed the attack with ease. His Chaos surged, transmuting the celestial energy into something far more potent. With a flick of his wrist, he returned the assault a thousand times stronger, sending a wave of raw, unbridled power crashing back toward Luna.

His blood was pumping like lava as he focused everything into his fist, merging lightning and flame into one hellish strike. "Sixfold Draconic Fist!" Ashton's dark crimson robes fluttered in the wind as he threw a punch like a storming meteor crashing down, slamming onto Chadwick's Aegis Ward with an utterly overwhelming, crushing force. A deafening peal rang out as the two forces slammed together, causing countless sparks to fly everywhere and the ground beneath them to give way. It was pure chaos—with Ashton and Chadwick at the center, it looked like total armageddon. It wasn't long before the Aegis Ward let out a series of sharp, shattering noises.