Chapter 767: The Power of Shahanini
"Hah... how amusing, the futile struggles of mortals," Ros sneered, her voice a rasping whisper. Her deep-set eyes flared with two crimson beams of light, while her eight terrifying limbs writhed and twisted, weaving some unspeakable pattern in the air.
Then, a colossal spiderweb erupted into existence above them, filling every inch of space. Even the Moonlight piercing through the sky was effortlessly ensnared by its glistening threads.
"Pathetic mortals. You always imagine yourselves as heroes from the bards' songs, unaware that fate lies in the hands of the great existences—while you? You are but dust, insignificant and fleeting!" Her voice echoed with chilling finality. "Your souls shall fall into the Bottomless Abyss, torn apart by the lowest, most wretched demons driven by greed! This is the price of defying the Mother God!"
The blood-red web expanded rapidly, spreading like wildfire, gradually enveloping the sky above the Sacred Tree. At each node of the web, space warped and twisted, spawning vortexes of the Abyss.
In an instant, legions of spiders surged forth like a rising tide, crawling along the silken threads, swarming toward Ria with relentless hunger.
At the same time, thick black fog poured from the heavens once more, churning endlessly, sweeping toward Catherine like a roaring beast of darkness—intent on consuming everything in its path, leaving nothing behind.
"Deceptive lie!" Catherine’s voice rang clear and sharp as a blade. "If you were truly omnipotent, would you be so furious over someone as insignificant as me?"
"Whether you are an Abyss Fiend, the Spider Queen, or this so-called Octo-Armed Mother Goddess—I will stand before you without hesitation!"
"Because it is my eternal duty as King of Serenya!"
As she spoke, silver Moonlight coalesced into her left hand, forming a staff of flawless white light, its tip shaped like a silver platter—the full moon itself.
Moonlight Staff.
The second artifact of Serrynia’s legendary Goddess of the Silver Moon. It was said that Shahanini herself used this staff to create the Sacred Tree, from which the Silver Moon Elves were born.
Catherine raised the staff high. The silver disc at its apex blazed with radiant light, casting a vast, translucent luminous sphere over the Allied Forces—shielding them from the creeping black mist.
In the midst of darkness, Catherine stood like a silver torch, illuminating the battlefield once more. Thousands of soldiers and guardians—elves, dwarves, humans—were rekindled under her light, their courage reignited.
"For Serrynia!"
"For Catherine, His Majesty!"
Ria raised her silver sword high, and a beam of Moonlight shot skyward. Hundreds, then thousands of phantom longswords materialized in the night sky, slashing through the air like a storm of light, descending upon the monsters below.
"Guardianship, Elven Queen!"
"Never let them break through!"
The Allied Forces stood united, their resolve unshaken. These warriors of justice fought without fear, clashing fiercely with the terrifying monsters.
"For justice!"
Mountain Lord Zhen roared, swinging his Pillar of Stone Hammer with a thunderous crack. The ground split open as a jagged stone pillar erupted, impaling the monsters beyond the light barrier.
"Zhen, His Majesty!"
"No shame in our king! His Majesty, majestic!"
The dwarves laughed heartily, their voices rising in cheers.
Soon, a mountain of corpses formed just outside the barrier—mostly monsters, but mingled among them were the fallen bodies of human, dwarf, and elf soldiers who had fought to the end.
"A pathetic swarm of insects huddling for warmth," Ros mocked, her smile cold and cruel. She extended one of her monstrous limbs and tore through the very fabric of space.
The world trembled in the distance. A spider leg, hundreds of meters long, pierced through the void, slowly emerging from thin air. The blade-like appendage was drenched in fresh blood, covered in bristly hairs, radiating a suffocating aura of evil. It advanced toward the light barrier.
Before it, Catherine’s protective sphere seemed as fragile as a soap bubble—easily pierced.
"Spines—!"
At the moment the leg struck, the heavens themselves shuddered. The black mist surged through the breach like a ravenous beast, corrupting everything within.
"Never!"
An ancient golden dragon roared, spreading its vast wings and launching into the sky. With a mighty breath, it unleashed a torrent of blazing Dragon Flame—creating a sea of fire that burned through the sky, momentarily halting the invasion.
But as the leg cut deeper, the rift widened. More black mist poured in. Even the dragon’s flame faltered, its fire now tinged with dark smoke.
And the dragon itself seemed weakened by the corruption. Black veins cracked across its golden scales, and thick, choking darkness coiled around its throat.
"Gods..."
"What kind of monster is this?!"
Elves, dwarves, humans—all stared in horror at the monstrous limb, their voices trembling with fear. Could this be the true form of a Dark Deity?
"Brothers and sisters, fear not," Catherine said calmly, her gaze unwavering. "Under the boundless radiance of the Mother God, this Abyss-born Dark Deity shall be reduced to ash."
Before the words even faded, the Elven Queen raised her scepter. Pure Moonlight erupted from the silver disc, lancing into the sky. Instantly, the black mist within the barrier was purified. The crimson spiderweb dissolved, and the silver New Moon reappeared in the heavens, shining with clarity and order.
Beneath that moon, Mist Dragons danced through the air. Moon Horses galloped across the clouds. The Cloud of a Thousand Faces churned endlessly, raining down sacred thunderbolts. Elven Sky Guardians dove from above, their swords gleaming with radiant silver light.
The Silver Moon Legion—avatars of Shahanini’s power—charged forward in waves, their holy might driving back the darkness.
Mist Dragons exhaled their breath of purity. Moon Horses brought forth streams of light. Thunderbolts struck from the clouds. Silver swords flashed in the sky.
The impact tore into Ros’s limb, leaving countless shallow cuts. Each wound pulsed with silver light, constantly eroding the flesh, releasing dark mist.
"Again, that damned woman!" Ros snarled, trying to withdraw her limb.
But Catherine would not allow it. She gave the command, and the Silver Moon Legion surged forward, relentless in their assault.
"Damn fiend! By the power of justice—I will make you pay!"
The Ancient Gold Dragon seized the moment, spreading his wings and launching into the air. Clutching his adamantite staff, he unleashed a column of blinding flame—Boom—directly at the limb.
Boom!
The golden fire struck the center of the limb, scorching it white-hot. The bristly hairs turned to ash. The flesh blistered and cracked.
Meanwhile, Ria transformed once more—this time into an Avenging Angel. She soared into the sky, raising her silver sword high. The blade shimmered with intricate light patterns, pulsing with divine energy.
With every ounce of strength, she brought the sword down in a single, sweeping arc.
Swish—!
The air split with a thunderous roar. A blade of moon-white light, a hundred meters long, slashed across the sky, cleaving through space. It struck the limb where the flame had already weakened it.
Clang—!
A metallic clash echoed across the heavens. The limb trembled violently. Cracks spiderwebbed across its surface. Then—snap!
The limb shattered. The severed end fell from the sky, crashing down with a deafening roar, crushing hundreds of Abyss monsters beneath its weight.
"Lowly mortal entity! How dare you defy me?!" Ros shrieked in fury, her face—once coldly beautiful—twisted into something grotesque. The crimson spiderweb in the sky writhed like a serpent, pulsing with evil power, lashing toward the Ancient Gold Dragon and the Half-Elf Holy Knight, intent on strangling them.
But Catherine raised her staff once more. Silver light, infused with the power of Shahanini, swept across the sky—purifying the web, dissolving it like mist.
Ros was enraged. Her eyes flared with crimson, and a beam of destruction shot toward Ria, high above.
"Look out!" Titus cried.
Ria flared her wings, trying to dodge—but the beam pursued her like a shadow, relentless.
The Ancient Gold Dragon raised his scepter, unleashing a shimmering shield. But the beam carried Ros’s divine power—chaos, darkness, an edict of ruin. It was not a spell to be blocked by ordinary magic.
The shield shattered instantly. Not even a second of delay.
"We can’t keep this up," Ria gritted her teeth, her eyes blazing with determination. "If that light hits me—I’m dead."
She gripped her silver sword tightly, driving it forward. The divine power of the Goddess of the Silver Moon poured from her, filling the blade with radiant energy. Light patterns surged across its surface, and at the tip, a thick beam of silver light erupted.
For an instant, the silver beam met Ros’s destruction beam—crimson light split in two, spraying outward like blood.
The force of the clash made Ria’s hands tremble violently. Cold sweat poured down her forehead.
"Too close..." she gasped, breathing heavily.
The two split beams struck the distant hills. The mountains split open with a thunderous roar, cracks spreading like veins. Within seconds, they were reduced to ash.
"Dark Deity," Catherine said softly, floating upward. Her gossamer veil, studded with starlight, drifted like a river of galaxies.
In her left hand, the Moonlight Staff. In her right, the Bow of the Moon. Her eyes closed. She whispered a prayer, her body wrapped in a soft, radiant glow.
Moonlight surged around her like a living tide, rising and falling in rhythm with her breath.
"O Goddess of Immortality, Lady of the Silver Moon... Guardian of dreams, sovereign of all Elven souls and mortal bodies, the seer of all hidden truths—"
"Grant me Your divine favor. Let me wield the strength to banish this endless evil."
Her eyes snapped open. The light within them was vast, distant—almost formless. The flicker of mortal emotion faded. In its place, a whisper of divinity shimmered.
Moonlight, like water, flowed and gathered. It coiled, stretched, and formed a bridge—semi-transparent, ethereal, reaching into the far reaches of the sky.
The Bridge of the Moon.
Only the virtuous could walk it. To evil-aligned beings, it would remain invisible—just as fleeting and pure as moonlight itself.
The bridge spanned the heavens. Catherine stepped onto it, advancing steadily toward Ros’s avatar. Her pace was firm, unwavering.
In that moment, the Elven Queen was no longer mortal. She was the living image of the moon goddess—serene, radiant, glowing with a celestial aura.
Moon Horses, Mist Dragons, Radiant Elemental Spirits, and Elven Sky Guardians circled her like loyal protectors.
"Catherine, His Majesty!"
"That presence... is the Mother God descending into her?"
"Shahanini above—this... is beyond beauty. It’s like a dream!"
"Catherine, His Majesty, Long Live! Serrynia, Immortal!"
The elves gazed upward in awe, their eyes filled with reverence, longing, and worship.
"Shahanini... is this the mortal you chose?" Ros hissed, her eight limbs dancing like a twisted dance of doom.
Black mist poured from the sky. Corrupted branches of the Sacred Tree surged forward, their tips forming gaping maws filled with fangs and dripping slime—like monstrous serpents.
But Catherine walked forward, serene. Step by step, her Moonlight spreading like a wave.
Where it touched, the black mist dissipated. The warped branches were purified. Their bark returned to a soft, milky white, glowing faintly in the light.
Ros stared, her eyes widening with shock. "Impossible... just a mortal. How can she endure such power? She must die!"
Her face darkened. Bloodlight surged from her body. A web of magic energy surged through her, gathering at her head, radiating a terrifying aura of intimidation.
Then, her eyes—deep and endless—flared with chaos. Crimson, black, amber—colors danced within her irises like a storm. The magic reflected violently.
Finally, a beam of black-red light erupted, lancing toward Catherine. A weapon of unrivaled, unblockable Chaos Divine Power.
Gaze of the Abyssal Queen.
Facing such a force—one capable of destroying all—Catherine remained calm. Her expression was still, but her eyes now held a solemn fire.
"In the name of the Goddess of the Silver Moon, Mother of the Night Sky—Shahanini—"
She raised her hand, placing the Moonlight Staff onto the string of the Bow of the Moon.
Instantly, Moonlight surged like a tidal wave, gathering in her hands.
As she released the bow, endless silver brilliance poured forth—like a waterfall of light, vast and majestic, engulfing Ros’s gaze, illuminating the entire sky.
At last, the Goddess of the Silver Moon revealed her true power.
The pale white New Moon shone with radiant glory. The silver light transformed into a single, hundred-meter-long arrow—perfect, divine, and unstoppable.
It flew toward Ros’s avatar.
(End of Chapter)
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