People were surprised that it was able to bypass the dome protecting the Great Lumen from external threats.
Luckily for them, she treated them like air, her entire focus fixed on someone who was miles away from her...
Someone she couldn’t see, but could smell.
And the news of her appearance was spreading like wildfire.
Someone was bold enough to sneakily take a video of her leaping into the air.
Written below this video, acting as its caption, were the words:
[Leaping To The Air Almost Like ’Hulk’, A Werewolf I Saw. OMG Werewolves are real?]
The post went viral within hours, rippling across the Empire like a digital shockwave.
Some claimed it was edited.
Others believed it. After all, in a world , mythical creatures were not fantasy—they were facts of life.
This world was not primitive, nor peaceful.
It was a world of chaos, a world filled with mutant beasts and ancient threats.
A full-fledged S-Ranked Cultivation World where death could appear at any moment, from any corner.
And oblivious to the chaos she had caused, the werewolf had finally gone Berserk.
She had lost all rationality and intelligence.
Her mind no longer her own—now she was ruled only by the lust...
The lust for Ivana’s blood and flesh.
Her body had transformed.
All her fur stood on edge, like jagged quills. Her glowing red eyes burned even brighter.
Bulging veins coursed through her limbs like ropes of fire, pulsing with unstable energy.
She looked terrifying now.
If before she had the ferocity of a tiger...
Now she had the dread of a dragon.
Already monstrous, now her strength had doubled. Her presence felt like a calamity.
Her fangs gleamed like curved daggers, her claws sharper than swords.
She landed where Ivana’s scent was the strongest.
It was hard to pinpoint—the trail spread out across the estate—but here, it lingered, thick in the air.
She growled lowly... her eyes glowing. Her nose twitching.
Her vision pierced the walls.
Without hesitation, the werewolf exploded forward to break through the wall—
But just before she could—
A massive Sabertooth Bear, encased in ancient ice armor, appeared in her path like a glacier on legs.
The clash shook the earth.
The werewolf roared as her claws slashed through the bear’s frost shell, while the bear retaliated with savage, crushing swipes that sent her flying into a stone pillar nearby.
Cracks formed. Dust exploded.
But the werewolf was relentless.
She growled and lunged again, her claws cutting arcs through the air, her strength rising with every second.
At that moment, Ivana calmly walked out of a grand hall where she had been meeting with some of the most important figures of the Great Lumen Empire.
A crowd had already gathered—not too close, but close enough to witness the nightmare unfold.
They watched with held breath as Ivana muttered coldly:
"Frostveil Moth, Beast Soul Manifestation Summon..."
In an instant, a pair of elegant fans appeared in her hands.
She raised them with grace and slashed through the air—
A cold wind spiraled out, shimmering with frost.
"Glacien Strider, Beast Soul Phantom Summon and Combine."
A majestic silver-antlered stag appeared, its hooves made of crystal, its mane a flowing mist of frost.
The phantom beast fused into her.
Ivana floated above the battlefield, supported by ice platforms that formed beneath her feet midair, crafted from the stag’s magic.
She struck from the sky with swift, precise fan-slashes.
The edge of her fan glinted with spiritual frost, like a crescent blade dancing in moonlight.
With each slash, shards of ice battered the werewolf, encasing her, slowing her.
The werewolf growled louder and broke free each time, the red light in her eyes growing wilder with every hit she took.
She charged again, this time ignoring the bear completely—her bloodlust focused solely on Ivana.
Ivana deflected, dodged, and slashed back with cold elegance.
Though not using her full strength, even she admitted inwardly—
This one’s a bit troublesome.
Still, she remained composed. She let the sabertooth bear land a crushing blow—ripping a deep gash across the werewolf’s side.
Blood splattered. A painful howl tore from the wolf’s throat.
The ground cracked beneath their feet. A small crater formed, bearing the weight of their relentless exchange.
Ivana’s attacks piled up one after the other—cutting deeper, freezing further.
Her wounds were stacking. Her breath became ragged. Blood poured from her body. Her once-unstoppable strength now faded.
The red glow in her eyes dimmed...
Her rationality returned.
She was no longer berserk.
Painfully aware of her condition, she attempted to escape.
But Ivana blocked every path.
The saber-toothed bear roared and slammed down, her fans moved with chilling wind, every opening frozen shut.
The werewolf growled deeply. A desperate, guttural sound.
A thought struck her.
’I can’t escape. She’s the strongest here... after that other one. My mission... I can’t complete it... but maybe... I can still do this.’
Her eyes narrowed. Her body trembled.
She activated her core—preparing to self-destruct.
But just as her Qi surged for detonation—
A divine voice echoed into Ivana’s mind.
"It’s about to self-destruct. Quickly—use your Purple Nythera."
Ivana’s cold eyes sharpened.
She raised her hand and uttered:
A massive purple moth with glowing eyes and purple aura-like dust appeared before the werewolf.
The moment their eyes met—
The world fell silent.
The werewolf’s core trembled, her bloodlust halted, her Qi surge collapsed.
She had been pulled into an illusion so real she couldn’t distinguish it from reality.
Her body froze in place.
Her will disconnected.
’W-what’s going on?!’ she panicked, but could only watch her own body from the outside.
Her eyes widened—dull, empty, blank.
She was nothing but a passenger in her own body now.
Her consciousness roared within, screaming in frustration, in confusion—
The werewolf who had brought chaos to the Empire was finally neutralized...
Trapped in a dream woven by purple wings.