Logically speaking, he should have already fully transformed into a beast, gone mad and lost control.
With the intensity of his current spiritual fluctuations, he could instantly rip apart the rational defenses of an ordinary beastman.
His body has long been prepared to go berserk.
The beast soul within him is roaring, eager to break free of its restraints.
However, he forcefully suppressed it all with his willpower.
He simply stood there, pressing one hand against his temple, staring intently at Selene Kane.
He dared not move, dared not approach her.
Because he knew that if he lost control, the first to get hurt would be her.
What was hidden in that gaze, struggling desperately to be restrained?
It was love, it was pain, it was an unspoken vulnerability.
He didn’t want her to see him at his most disheveled, didn’t want her to be in danger.
But he was even more afraid, afraid of losing control, afraid he wouldn’t have time to say those words buried in his heart for so long before he completely went mad.
Kate saw the situation about to collapse, her face suddenly turned pale, her heartbeat accelerated sharply, and she was so anxious that she almost jumped up.
"Selene! Quickly go calm Admiral Shaw! Only you can save us now! If you wait any longer, it will be too late!"
Selene’s throat tightened.
She instinctively swallowed, her Adam’s apple moved up and down, and her palms were already covered with a fine layer of cold sweat.
This sounded too serious, didn’t it?
What "save us," she couldn’t bear this burden.
She was just a traveler who had just been bound to the system, not yet understanding the situation.
How could she take on the responsibility of stabilizing the whole scene?
"I..."
She wanted to refuse, wanted to say her abilities were insufficient.
But as the words reached her lips, an invisible pressure pushed them back.
Caleb Shaw was her legitimate Beast Husband.
Their binding contract was clearly written on the roster, known throughout The Empire.
Such an excuse could no longer be used.
Moreover, now he was affecting not just one person, but all the beastmen present.
Low Rank Beastmen were the first to be struck, losing control of their emotions, their rationality collapsing.
Even if she stubbornly claimed it was some form of "punishment," retribution Caleb Shaw deserved, it wouldn’t make sense.
Everything in front of them had already gone beyond personal grievances.
"Selene, there’s no time!"
Kate’s voice came again, with a slight gasp of urgency.
"You’re S-level spiritual power, as long as you’re here, there’s hope! As long as you can stabilize Caleb Shaw, bring his Spiritual Anchor Point back, leave the remaining chaos to me! I can handle it!"
Kate was truly a reliable princess.
Not only did she not back down, but she also stood up at the most dangerous moment.
She sent all the guards to protect the civilians, while she stood alone in the center of the crowd, enduring the strongest spiritual impact.
Her lips were already bloodless and pale, with fine sweat on her forehead.
Yet her fingers remained steady, forming the Spirit Seal Technique.
Her sparkling eyes looked at Selene Kane.
With such a gaze, it was impossible not to move forward, impossible to hesitate any longer.
"System, is there really nothing I can do?"
Selene Kane silently screamed in her heart.
"Not at the moment."
The system’s response was still cold.
"Can I use points to exchange in advance? At any cost, I’m willing!"
She almost begged.
"Advance exchanges are prohibited."
The system rejected mercilessly.
At that moment, Caleb Shaw moved.
He slowly lifted his right leg, stepping forward.
Every step he took toward Selene Kane, a bit more of his spiritual power leaked out.
The intangible sense of oppression pressed outward as if it were tangible.
Low Rank Beastmen couldn’t withstand it, beginning to lose control and transform into beasts on the spot.
Their eyes were blood-red, emitting low growls from their throats, driven by some primitive instinct, they crashed about wildly.
The guards were well-trained, with strict discipline.
But they couldn’t stop so many people from going mad at the same time.
They had to deal with the rampaging beastmen, protect Kate, The Empire Princess, and care for the weak females.
For a moment, the entire plaza’s defenses were shaky, teetering on the edge.
Some guards, unable to bear it, glared fiercely and transformed into their Beast Forms, fur bristling, claws unsheathed.
Using their strong bodies to protect the females behind them, forming a barrier of flesh and blood.
Screams arose one after another, the panic spreading like a plague.
The scent of blood mixed with sweat and burning filled the air, nauseating.
Suddenly, Selene Kane felt the unrest from the child in her belly.
"Ugh!"
She clutched her stomach, frowning, her body trembling slightly, cold sweat dripping down the side of her forehead.
In that instant, she finally understood.
She couldn’t avoid it any longer.
She knitted her brows tightly, almost forming a knot.
The hand resting on Zane’s arm unconsciously tightened, her fingertips digging deep into his muscles.
Zane turned back, looking at her with worried eyes.
He wasn’t much better off, his face pale as paper, veins bulging at his temples.
Having been away from the ocean for too long, the water element fluctuations in his body had nearly stopped, and it had been a long time without replenishing water sources.
His strength was greatly reduced, his Spiritual Sea cracked with numerous fine lines.
Although not to the extent of losing control like other unawakened superpower users.
But his spiritual power was already starting to become chaotic.
It felt like a dull knife was stirring in his brain, each turn bringing piercing pain.
But even so, he still gritted his teeth and stood straight, blocking firmly in front of Selene Kane.
"Caleb Shaw, withdraw your spiritual power! Are you trying to hurt her?"
Zane’s voice was hoarse.
He also had S-level spiritual power, with keen perception.
So he thought that Selene Kane’s slight groan just now was affected by the inadvertent leakage of Caleb Shaw’s spiritual waves.
Even tiny fragments of such spiritual oppression were enough to give an ordinary person a splitting headache, let alone Selene Kane, whose physique was already weak.
"Hah?"
Caleb Shaw let out a cold laugh, the corner of his mouth raised, showing a mocking curve.
He slowly turned his head, his gaze falling on Zane, bearing a hint of amusement, yet slight disdain.
"When did I ever touch her?"
He loosened his hand, his whole body like suddenly losing strength, leaning against the cold wall.
His relaxed demeanor was lazy, yet carried an eerie, dangerous aura.
"My Female Master," he slowly raised his eyes, his gaze falling directly on Selene Kane, "why is she standing beside others?"
He raised his chin slightly, his actions arrogant, but his eyes held no warmth, as if questioning a traitor.
"Come here."
Selene Kane dared not move, her body instinctively shivering, her shoulders shrinking tighter.
Her voice trembled, intermittently, almost out of tune.
"I... I won’t go. I’ll stay here, not bothering you, don’t... don’t come over..."
Caleb Shaw’s face darkened, his brows suddenly knitted, but his surface remained calm.
Yet beneath that calm was a swirling undercurrent.
His tone grew colder.
"Female Master, don’t stand against me. I will never betray you, don’t let me feel you betrayed me."
His eyes were like daggers, dangerously sharp.
"We’re just passing by, really didn’t mean to cause trouble."
Selene Kane forced a smile, her fingers nervously rubbing her palms, fine beads of sweat on her forehead.
"How about we just act like we didn’t see you, we’ll leave right away, okay? I promise I’ll never appear before you again..."