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Chapter 102: Turn Back The Hands Of Time

Chapter 102: Turn Back The Hands Of Time

With a burst of speed, Reana dashed into the fog, her paws pounding the earth as she ran blindly, her senses guiding her through the dense mist.

"Luna!!" Kira’s desperate cry echoed through the fog, but Reana was already gone, vanishing into the swirling whiteness.

Just then, a sleek gray form burst into the fog, hot on Reana’s heels. It was Mirian, her wolf form agile and swift as she chased after the Luna.

"Awoool!!" Mirian’s wolfish cry pierced the air, a plaintive plea for Reana to wait, to not disappear into the unknown alone.

A lone tear escaped Kira’s eye, rolling down her cheek as she stood frozen, her gaze fixed on the spot where Reana and Mirian had vanished into the fog. She wasn’t naive; she knew that Reana’s words had been more than just a simple instruction - they had been a goodbye, a poignant reminder that their Luna might not return.

"Gamma Kira, we can’t just stand by and do nothing," Steve urged, his voice laced with desperation as he stepped forward. "We can’t let Luna and Mirian face the dangers alone. We have to do something, we have to help them." His eyes pleaded with Kira, begging her to reconsider and take action.

"The Luna left a direct order," Kira said firmly, her voice tinged with a hint of sadness and resignation. "We’re to return to the pack, ensure their safety, and await her return. We can’t disobey her orders, no matter how difficult it may seem."

"What if she needs us?" a deep voice asked from the side, and the others nodded in agreement, their faces etched with concern. "With or without us, the pack will survive," the man continued, his tone laced with a mix of conviction and uncertainty.

"That is, if anyone was able to survive the disaster like we miraculously did." Steve added.

Kira’s heart was torn between her loyalty to the Luna’s orders and her deep-seated desire to protect and support Reana, no matter the cost. Her gaze swept across the faces of her pack members, seeing the same conflict reflected in their eyes.

Without another moment’s hesitation, Kira’s body began to shift, her limbs transforming, her senses heightening. In a flash, she was a sleek, agile brown wolf, dashing into the fog with a fierce determination, following the path Reana and Mirian had taken, her pack members close behind her.

Deep within the woods, a ferocious battle raged on, the sounds of snarling and snapping echoing through the trees. Ryder, his red fur matted with dirt and blood, fought valiantly against a horde of bloodthirsty monsters, their eyes glowing with an otherworldly hunger.

The air was thick with the stench of death and decay, and Ryder’s muscles burned with exhaustion, but he refused to back down, his determination to survive and protect his Luna driving him forward.

Seven days ago, Ryder had intended to return to Reana, knowing she’d be frantic with worry. As he turned to leave the clearing where he’d spoken to the enigmatic figure, he stumbled upon a swirling portal that had mysteriously appeared in the heart of the woods.

Ryder waited, paying attention to the portal as it grew bigger and bigger, until that this morning, when the domes had been lifted. To his horror, monsters of all shapes and sizes poured out of the shimmering gateway, their twisted forms seeming to defy the very laws of nature.

Ryder knew he couldn’t let the monsters invade this world. His Luna, Reana, was here, vulnerable to their attacks, and he couldn’t bear the thought of her being harmed. So he stayed, fighting tirelessly against the endless horde.

The battles had become a blur, the days merging into an endless cycle of bloodshed and chaos. He’d lost count of the number of monsters he’d killed, and had no idea how many more were still to come. All he knew was that he had to keep fighting for Reana.

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Meanwhile in Celestial Palace, Aethera was finally subdued, bound by otherworldly chains, one of the god of war’s treasured artifacts, suppressing her divine powers.

The god of war stood alongside the few remaining goddesses, their divine faces etched with worry as they gazed into the massive, ancient mirror that hung on the wall of the celestial throne room. The mirror’s surface rippled with an otherworldly energy, reflecting back a grim view of devastation and chaos that ravaged the world below.

Portals had appeared in different locations, monsters pouring out and devouring the survivors and wrecking more havoc.

"Find my son." The god of war commanded, his eyes burning with fierce determination.

The scenes shifted and blurred, the mirror’s surface rippling with energy as it searched for the god of war’s son. Finally, it locked onto a fierce battle scene, where a majestic, fiery red wolf clashed with a horde of twisted, nightmarish creatures.

The red wolf suddenly transformed into a human with a body of red fur, his claws elongated as he swept through the hordes. There were hundreds of monsters that had fallen at his feet. He seemed exhausted but he refused to relent.

"What can we do, God of war?" a beautiful young goddess asked, panic etched on her delicate features.

Even though Snow was a mere mortal, they couldn’t bear the thought of watching him perish. He was, after all, the moon goddess’s only child.

Mahina, the goddess of peace, was gone, otherwise, she would have restored peace and saved the few werewolves remaining.

"Where is the goddess of time?" the god of war asked, his question hanging in the air like a challenge.

Arin, a young goddess stepped forward, her large orange doll eyes met the god of war’s red ones. She looked timid and cute. "I am," she said.

"Turn back the hands of time," the god of war ordered, his words echoing through the celestial halls like a solemn oath.

Arin’s orange eyes grew wide with alarm, and the other goddesses exchanged uneasy glances. Turning back the hands of time was against the Celestial rules, and it had severe consequences.