The Damned Demon

802  The First Tower

The Rhogart Continent, home to all the werewolf clans, was vast and wild, stretching beyond the eye could see, yet every werewolf, no matter how far removed, bowed to one rule—the rule of the Moon Guardian.

And now, every chief and every warrior of renown from the countless werewolf clans had gathered in the Moonshadow Highlands, the heart of the Moonbinder Clan, the most powerful clan among them all.

Despite covering only a fifth of the continent and having the fewest members, the Moonbinder Clan's power extended over the entire land, its influence absolute.

Nobody dared to go against the rule of the strongest being in the world.

The crimson sun loomed high above, its light casting a reddish glow over the assembled werewolves. Tens of thousands of them sat in perfect stillness, legs crossed in the lotus position, forming an unbroken ring around the ordinary-looking tower that stood at the center of the highlands.

But though the tower appeared simple, the ground beneath it pulsed with an ancient, undeniable power.

Crimson mana leylines flowed out from the tower, stretching in all directions, threading through the thousands of gathered werewolves, their bodies flickering with a dark glow as the leylines connected them all.

The land itself hummed with raw, unshackled power, a sacred pulse that tied every werewolf here to something far greater than themselves.

Suddenly, a blood-red streak of thunder tore across the skies, ripping the air apart with a deafening roar.

A bolt of lightning zoomed past the werewolves, sending dust and sparks scattering in every direction.

From within the maelstrom of blood-red energy, a tall figure emerged—a regal beauty with silver-white hair that billowed around her like flowing silk.

Her flawless red skin shimmered in the twilight, and her toned, powerful frame radiated dominance, every movement carrying the weight of thunder itself.

Her piercing, blood-red eyes swept over the entire place, especially the glowing lines running through the ground.

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Even so, as she stepped forward, a single, unspoken command rippled through the air.

The successor of the Moon Guardian, the Moon Child, had arrived.

Yet, Luna barely spared them a glance.

Her gaze was fixed upon the tower, her expression unreadable. This was a tower she had always known about its existence but had never entered. Only a Moon Guardian was ever allowed to go inside.

She could feel the power thrumming within it—the power of the Void Reaver, an ancient force that predated all of them.

But what truly held her attention was this strange and ominous presence that seemed to be looming within.

A deep, commanding voice interrupted her thoughts.

"O Graceful One, the Great One expects your presence inside the tower,"

The speaker was an elderly werewolf, clad in simple white robes, his hair like woven silver, his frail-looking frame standing in stark contrast to the power that still lingered within his eyes.

His voice carried a tone of deep respect, and his movements were humble as he gestured toward the entrance of the tower.

Luna nodded silently, stepping forward without a word.

The elder immediately lowered his head, bowing even deeper as she passed him, his breathing slow and reverent.

The doors of the tower opened without touch, as though the structure itself recognized her presence.

The moment Luna stepped into the tower, an eerie silence swallowed her whole.

It wasn't the kind of silence that signified emptiness—it was an oppressive, unnatural hush, thick with unseen weight, as if the very walls were holding their breath.

The air itself felt ancient, heavy with the echoes of time, untouched and unbroken for centuries, or perhaps longer.

Her boots creaked against the worn, darkened floor, the sound intrusive in the overwhelming stillness. It felt as though her very presence was a violation, a ripple in an untouched abyss where even time feared to move.

Her instincts were sharp, honed from years of experience of two souls, and they screamed at her.

Something was wrong.

Not in an immediate, physical way—there was no enemy lurking in the shadows, no hidden blade waiting to strike—but there was something else, gnawing at the edges of her soul.

It was subtle at first—a faint pulse in the air, like remnants of a forgotten memory, lingering just out of reach.

Then she felt it.

Radiant mana.

How was it possible? Her senses couldn't be wrong even though what she felt was very subtle.

Luna's breath hitched.

Yet this radiant mana just felt wrong.

The presence of something so malevolent, so unnatural, in this place of deep darkness sent waves of discomfort through her veins.

She clenched her fists.

It was trying to push her away.

The walls pulsed with veins of dull, white, and blue light, creeping through the cracks like a dying heartbeat, flickering between existence and nothingness.

The shadows wavered strangely, shifting as though they loathed the light yet couldn't fully consume it. The veins of power ran through the tower like a nervous system, an invisible tension humming beneath the surface, pressing against her mind, her body, her very soul.

It was suffocating.

Luna grit her teeth, forcing herself to keep walking, her breath coming in slow, measured exhales.

Her blood-red thunder flickered faintly around her, instinctively reacting to the radiant forces that tried to bend her will.

And then—she saw it.

At the center of the room, surrounded by a vast crimson array, sat Lupus, cross-legged in deep meditation.

The moment her eyes landed upon him, she noticed it—The Void Reaver.

The ancient crimson greatsword was impaled into the floor before him, its dark blade flickering with something otherworldly.

From its very core, crimson mana leylines stretched outward, weaving an intricate web of power, connecting to every person outside the tower, binding them to its power.

Even the inner walls of the tower bore these markings, glowing softly, the runes pulsating in an unnatural rhythm.

Luna stopped in her tracks.

Her jaw clenched as she stared at Lupus, who, as if sensing her presence, slowly opened his eyes.

A slow, knowing light glowed in his eyes as he rose gracefully to his feet,

"Luna… you came at the right time."

His voice was calm, steady, as if what he was doing was nothing out of the ordinary.

Luna's gaze hardened.

"I can't believe you're really going through with this." Her voice was low, sharp—a blade unsheathed in the darkness.

Her fingers twitched, itching to lash out, to tear down the array before it was too late.

"Can't you feel it?" she continued, her voice carrying an edge of disbelief. "The evil that lurks within this place? This tower should have been destroyed long ago. Even if it's not possible, we shouldn't be staying anywhere near this."

Lupus remained unmoved.

He took a slow step forward, his gaze unwavering, his posture regal and composed.

"And yet," he said, his voice smooth as water, "our ancestors—every Moon Guardian before us—guarded this place instead of destroying it. Did you ever wonder why?"

Luna's expression darkened.

"I don't care what they thought they saw or what you saw," she snapped, her eyes flickering, "What I unmistakably feel is that this place will bring nothing but horror. There is something—something wrong here. I can feel it clawing at me, trying to devour me. You must be feeling it as well."

Her breath was heavy, her instincts screaming at her, "And yet you're playing with all our lives."

She stepped forward, her voice dropping to a dangerous hush,

"Tell me… What the hell is this place?"

Lupus folded his hands behind his back, his expression unreadable.

Then he spoke, his voice calm, certain—

"Do you know why our ancestors called this the First Tower?"

Luna narrowed her eyes, "What are you talking about?"

Lupus exhaled slowly, tilting his chin slightly, "Because it existed long before the Tower of Hell and the Tower of Torment ever did."

Luna stiffened.

"That's impossible. Those towers were put there by the devils and this also has to be—"

Lupus shook his head, "No. This tower wasn't put here by any devil or demon. People just believed it because it was easy to make sense of."

The moment he said those words, the air in the room grew colder, as if the very structure reacted to his revelation.

"Then who created it?" Luna demanded.

Lupus's eyes glowed softly in the dim light as he said:

"Before the First Demons ever walked this world… there were immortals here."

Luna's heart stopped, "Immortals?" she echoed in disbelief.

Lupus nodded slowly, "Not just any immortals. Immortal humans."

Luna felt something prick at the edges of her mind, a realization so shocking that she was struggling to make sense of it.

"And this tower," Lupus continued, stepping past her and placing his palm on the Void Reaver, "came into existence because of one of them."

A suffocating silence followed.

For the first time in a long while—

Luna felt a very deep unsettling feeling.

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