Lunar Legacy: Rise Of The Beastlord-Chapter 71: Attack on Titan

Almost instantly, Jayden’s body exploded with heat. Claws burst from his fingertips. Fangs elongated. Muscles ballooned, swelling with brute force. His spine curved, hair growing in wild tufts down his neck and arms. His back arched as power flooded into him like a dam cracking.

His eyes were golden, glowing fiercely. And his primal aura flared up, sending chills down the spine of all the beasts present.. including the Howlers.

Even the Winter wolf felt the sudden change in Jayden’s aura. It had become more sharp, more wild, more primal. She furrowed her brows and watched Jayden with curiosity and excitement. It was what she wanted to see all this while.. the full extent of his power.

"RRRRRRAAAAAAAAGHHH—!!"

With a sudden roar, Jayden shoved the Howler off him, sending it flying into the trees like a ragdoll. It crashed through three trunks before slamming into the dirt with a thunderous boom.

The second one froze mid-leap—its instincts finally kicking in... but it was too late.

Jayden turned to face it, lips peeled back in a feral grin. "My turn."

FLASH—!

He dashed forward with impossible speed, eyes glowing with a beastly energy. The second Howler barely managed to react before—

CRACK!

A savage uppercut ripped across its face, sending fangs flying. Jayden pivoted midair and followed up with a spinning knee to the ribs.

POP!

Bones snapped, and the beast yelped as it was flung backward into the air.

But Jayden wasn’t done.

He lunged again, caught it by the hind leg mid-flight and slammed it into the ground.

BAM!

Once. Twice. Three times. Multiple times. He just kept slamming.

Debris and dust exploded in every direction with each slam, until a crater formed beneath them.

The first Howler returned, snarling with rage. It approached Jayden with a raised claw, ready to strike his head from behind.

But Jayden turned with inhumane speed, caught its paw with one hand... and snapped its wrist.

CRACK!

The beast screamed, but Jayden used its own arm like a handle to swing it into the second Howler, the two colliding in a flurry of fur and blood.

Then Jayden blurred forward, claws hungry for blood.

SHHKKK—!!

He carved a glowing X across the first Howler’s chest, blood spraying in the air like mist. Then he spun into a backhand that cracked its jaw sideways, causing it to yelp in pain.

The second Howler rose up, it’s eyes blazing with rage. It charged forward in a frenzy, going directly for the kill. It didn’t even care about the Winter Wolf’s order anymore, it just wanted Jayden dead.

Jayden saw the beast coming, but he remained on the spot. "Alright then, let’s finish this." he smirked.

And the moment the Howler lunged, Jayden leapt straight up.. spinning midair, and dropped down onto its back like a meteor.

His claws stabbed into its neck and he dragged them across its spine and kicked off, launching toward the other Howler like a bullet.

Mid-air, he summoned a broken tree trunk nearby with telekinesis and hurled it like a spear.

SHUNK!

The tree trunk stabbed straight through the Howler’s chest, impaling it on the spot.

It let out a bloodcurdling wail before falling to the ground. Dead.

The second Howler, bloodied and limping, turned toward the Jayden in desperation. It didn’t want to accept defeat.

Jayden smiled. He sprinted forward, ducked under a feeble claw swipe, and leapt with his claws out.

SWISH!

He slashed clean through its neck in an upward arc, spinning as blood painted the moonlit air.

The beast gurgled and choked on its blood before falling flat on the ground.

Then.. it stopped moving.

And silence returned.

Jayden stood amidst the frost-stained earth, breath steaming, body coated in blood and sweat.

He had won.

The surrounding beasts didn’t move. They couldn’t. Jayden had just taken down two D-Rank beasts who were on the verge of ranking up.

They all stared at him in awe and fear.

The Winter Wolf who had been watching the entire time... finally stepped down from her perch.

Her eyes burned brighter.

She had seen how Jayden eliminated them within minutes. She wasn’t outraged, no. She was rather excited.

She hadn’t sent those two to kill him.

She’d sent them to agitate him.

And now, the real fight would begin.

...

The forest was silent that night, but not in peace.

It was the silence of the aftermath. The silence that came after screams had ended and blood had dried. A haunted, reverent silence—like that of a graveyard blanketed in snow.

The moon loomed full and swollen in the sky, casting ghost-pale light over the carnage below.

Corpses lay everywhere.

Twisted forms of Howlers—some E-Rank, others barely out of their adolescence. Torn throats. Split bellies. Clawed skulls. Puddles of blood frozen mid-splatter in the cold night air.

In the center of the massacre, a single snowy paw stepped onto the soil.

Crunch.

The Winter Wolf had returned from her own hunt, two Howlers flanking her left and right—alert, heads high, proud.

But then they smelled it.

Blood.

The three beasts froze.

A moment later, they stepped into the clearing.

And saw it... the dead bodies of their comrades.. their family.. their pack.

The two Howlers let out low, heart-wrenched whimpers. They rushed forward, weaving between corpses, nudging cold bodies with their snouts, purring low with grief. One of them howled—a sharp, fractured cry, like glass breaking in a blizzard.

But the Winter Wolf... she didn’t move.

She just stood there.

Still.

Frozen.

Her eyes locked onto the carnage, her pupils dilated, her breath coming in shallow clouds of frost. For a long, trembling second, her body didn’t react—until one single tear slid from her gleaming red eye and splashed onto the frozen ground.

A single drop.

And then—her posture shifted.

Head raised.

Ears perked.

Eyes narrowed.

Something within her broke... and awakened.

She stepped forward, moving toward one of the Howler corpses—the body of her lieutenant, her closest kin. She leaned down, pressed her snout against his skull.

Sniffed.

The scent was unfamiliar at first... muddled in blood... moonlight... beast.

But then—her senses locked onto it.

A human scent.

No... not just any human.

Him.

The one she had let go. The one whose scent she remembered from that fateful day—the boy with the scent of beast on his skin and the glimmer of power in his gaze.

Jayden.

Her breath caught, but only for a heartbeat.

Then she leaned lower and without warning... bit into the corpse.

The crunch of bone snapped through the clearing like a thunderclap.

The two Howlers froze. They couldn’t believe their eyes. Their Alpha.. the Winter wolf was eating the body of her own kin. It was unheard of.

But the Winter wolf didn’t care. She didn’t stop.

Flesh tore.

Blood sprayed.

She devoured her comrade’s corpse in full—every muscle, every bone, every memory. No hesitation. No grief.

Only purpose.

Then, jaws dripping in red, she walked to the next body. And the next. She consumed six of them—howlers she had raised, trained, loved.

But it didn’t matter now. They were all dead... and all because she had let that human boy go scot free that day.

She blamed herself for her pack members death. But deep down, she knew there was only one way to make up for everything.

Revenge.

But to do that, she needed help. Power. Strength.

So she swallowed them, each bite a silent vow: "I will remember you. I will avenge you."

The last piece vanished between her teeth.

And then—

TWOOM!

A burst of icy blue light exploded from her chest like a supernova, cascading outward like ripples in a frozen pond.

The ancient runes on her body—those faint blue lines—lit up, pulsing with eldritch power. Her fur began to bristle as her muscles swelled, bones shifting beneath her skin. The air chilled instantly, frost crawling along the earth around her like living vines of ice.

Her red eyes glowed... shimmered. And then... turned sapphire.

Her transformation was blinding. The two Howlers backed away, their heads bowed, unable to look directly at the divine froststorm before them.

The Winter Wolf was ranking up. Awakening. Becoming more powerful.

When the light dimmed, she stood taller. Broader. Her coat shimmered like freshly fallen snow, but her aura... it was no longer that of a pack leader.

It was that of a queen. A goddess of ice and blood.

From her paws, frost bloomed with every step she took, leaving frozen pawprints that crackled underfoot.

The Howlers stared up at her, trembling—not in fear, but in reverence.

She turned to them, her gaze no longer soft with grief, but sharp with a singular, radiant purpose.

She motioned with her snout—to the corpses.

Eat.

The two Howlers hesitated for only a second.

Then they dug in.

And they, too, changed.

Their muscles bulged. Their growls grew deeper. Their eyes flickered with violent understanding.

They ranked up.

And when they rose again, beside their Alpha, they no longer looked like subordinates.

They were generals.

The Winter Wolf turned toward the heavens.

And howled.

A howl that split the night like a blade—filled with agony, fury, and the promise of retribution. A call for war.

And it said one thing:

"Vengeance is mine".