Offered to the Triplet Alphas

Chapter-114. The divine dome

[Asher]

Crepuscular rays of the sun split through the sky like blades of light as dawn bled across the horizon.

A pillar of light, streaked with golden scintillation, crashed down from the heavens near the mouse prince - bridging the Celestial realm to the Earthly realm. And one by one, higher celestials emerged from the pillar.

Each of the seven Celestial packs worshipped a ruling God who was the divine source of their powers. The celestial alphas governed the physical domain, while the ruling gods reigned over the spiritual domain of the pack and its members.

The Sun god was the ruling God of the Solvaris pack. In his presence, the power of all Solvaris celestials increased considerably. And that was why the higher celestials waited until the sunrise to make their move.

'Their intentions don't seem as holy as their presence,' Icifer said, our shadows analyzing their eight stars on the constellation insignia of their military attire.

I smiled faintly as Icifer's danger sense spiked to a high alert the moment the violent surge of energy zapped through my shadow barriers.

'Can't expect any less from Yandorvan Xanthos Starsoul - Beta of the Solvaris pack, the Shield of Paradise, the legendary demon slayer, and most importantly... Xanthea's grandfather.' I replied, an inexplicable thrill burning beneath my skin.

The ground pulsed with tremors of quivering gravity as a silhouette emerged from the light pillar beside the mouse prince.

The legendary white-gold lion armor barely contained his aura, with golden chains coiled around his arms like gauntlets, and his ankles like greaves.

A flowing mantle of star silk draped over his shoulders. His grip tightened around his battle axe, its haft ending in a spear that struck the ground with every step he took.

His cold, emerald eyes bore into my barrier with an intensity that had the power to scorch my shadows into oblivion. Silver-blonde hair and overgrown beards framed his face, etched with a deadly scowl, the fury enough to annihilate me.

With a shaky gasp, Xanthea's head snapped in the direction where her grandfather stood. Her wide eyes stared at the barrier as though she could finally feel the danger that loomed beyond.

All werewolves - immortal or mortals, wolf-spirited or wolfless - could feel the blood connection. No wonder she could sense her family now that they were in the same realm as her.

Her body was still shielding me from the holy rain, each droplet charged with a divine heat that fell like molten silver on my body.

Her breaths escaped in cautious shudders, each sharper than the last as anxiety coiled within her. With a nervous gulp, she hugged me tighter.

Her heart, which had been racing since the holy rain began, slowly eased into a relaxed rhythm. But this peace seemed to have terrified her more than it soothed her.

Her reaction did not surprise me.

If I had to define the Starsouls in one word, it would be - formidable.

Greatness ran deep in the royal Starsoul bloodline. Some looked at them as heroes and some as villains, but never as nothing. Right or wrong didn't matter - they always created history.

Yandorvan was centuries old and one of the strongest warriors of paradise, earning himself several titles of honor. Yet, Yandor, the Sentinel Warlord, was the title that had immortalized him in both celestial and infernal war history.

In his prime, he had fought and won countless celestial-infernal wars, but his victories came at a brutal cost of his family members, especially his brothers and sons.

Vengeance fueled the hatred in his heart, making his loathing for demons as timeless as the wars themselves. And his pain bled as brutal violence against the demons on the battlefields. Each scar carved on his face and body was a proof of it.

His victories had turned into legends, his warfare recorded and deciphered in the Art of Alpha Wars, one of the first books both celestial and infernal Alphas studied during their Alpha training.

It was because of his and his team's past invasions of the Infernal realm that forced us to perfect our security system because he knew how to find out even the smallest of cracks and exploit it.

The recent celestial invasion attempts began probably the moment he learned he had a granddaughter from Cadence, his most beloved and tragic child.

It wasn't a coincidence that the invasion patterns mirrored the very tactics he used in the past. Though Draknor and Kyrell had neutralized them, I knew they were mediated by Yandor.

himself could only mean one thing -

of peace better than a warlord. So, I was hoping he'd be mindful,

holy rain, and now the legendary demon slayer.'

the great Yandor? If not for the risk of losing

into a low

horrible feeling about

worse from here.

Icifer snarled.

Yandor wants the same. That's why he

war,' Icifer muttered. 'He himself is equal to

thought back

has a hero they obsess over growing

his defeats, memorizing his victories, listing his losses - fascinated by how he always stayed ten steps ahead of his enemy, yet made them believe he was only two... until it

I knew exactly

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the holy rain within the barrier has drained the CSS members. They are taking turns just to maintain the rain; despite that, the barrier has weakened," a guard reported to

think, Crown Prince?" Yandor glanced at the mouse prince before

in silence. Knowing the enemy was

no

holy rain enough to pacify Alpha Asher?"

mouse prince stood beside him, raising his gaze towards the higher ends of the barrier that merged

enough to pacify Alpha Ezra and Alpha Raven.

the full experience. You won't find the

Yandor gave a curt nod before stepping towards the

Yandor, it's dangerous

dome over this shadow barrier!" Yandor's command cut through the mouse prince's warning as he strutted right into my shadows without

sliced through my shadows with

suppressed the demonic powers for around thirty-three minutes, but the divine dome was something no

be subtle about it. He wouldn't waste a second on trivial things like a conversation. The only time he might

begun creating the foundation mana circles for the

threat - me. For that, I'll have to put up a logical amount of fight, inflict practical damage on

short, I'll have to lose a fake battle to

Icifer said, groaning

the celestial prince, and attack

'Damage level?' Icifer asked.

'Low,' I said.

was shortly followed by Nikolai, who tried to sneak behind him, thinking it would be safe to get near my shadows now that two

two made it

heads flying farther from their bodies. They dropped with

Panic coursed through the

you see

"Who did it?"

"What did it?"

"What is going on-"

behind! All celestials concentrate

Yandor's second-in-command yelled.

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swords against my blades, deftly parrying and dodging the strikes while leaping out of my barrier's attack range. Meanwhile, the celestial guards who were