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.

And the fact that he was here today himself could only

a feeling he'd risk war for it if necessary, but no one understood the value of peace better than a warlord. So, I was hoping he'd be mindful, not blinded by

the

duel with the great Yandor? If not for the risk of losing my mate, I would have

faded into

horrible feeling about

going to get worse from here. You still don't want to

If the celestials think they can take my Xanthea away from me by force, they don't know me,' Icifer snarled. His voice dropped, turning more calculative beneath the fury. 'But... it would only be practical to

Yandor wants the same. That's why he didn't come here with an army - just a handful of his most

an army to start a war,' Icifer muttered. 'He

thought back to

has a hero they obsess over growing

his victories, listing his losses - fascinated by how he always stayed ten steps ahead of his enemy, yet made them believe

knew exactly who I

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the CSS members. They are taking turns just to maintain the rain; despite that, the barrier has weakened," a guard reported to Yandor. "The holy rain seemed to have repressed Alpha

Crown Prince?" Yandor glanced at the mouse prince

forward, pondering in silence. Knowing the enemy was

- and no one knew me well

holy rain enough to pacify Alpha Asher?" Yandor

beside him, raising his gaze towards the higher ends of

holy rain is enough to pacify Alpha Ezra and Alpha Raven. As for

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curt nod before

Yandor, it's dangerous

the mouse prince's

aura sliced through my shadows with his

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

to him, had tainted his blood, and he wasn't even trying to be subtle about it. He wouldn't waste a second on trivial things like a conversation. The only time he might use to talk would be until the

had already begun creating the foundation mana circles for

have a conversation until he had a sense of security and that could only happen when he was assured that he had suppressed the threat - me. For that, I'll have to put up a logical amount of fight, inflict practical damage on celestials, endure sufficient suppression and feign loss while making sure everything remains under my

lose a fake battle

the barrier,' Icifer said, groaning under the pressure of the holy rain.

prince, and attack all

'Damage level?' Icifer asked.

'Low,' I said.

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

only the two made it

sending their heads flying farther from their bodies. They dropped with dull thuds, blood

through the soldiers as they fretted with their

see what

"Who did it?"

"What did it?"

"What is going on-"

All celestials

Yandor's second-in-command yelled.

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as Yandor's warriors clashed their 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 caught in the attack struggled against my shadow serpents that coiled around their throats, wings, and