The Invincible Full-Moon System

Literal God-like creatures, revered by their people came here for a conclave. 

It\'s a highly sacred place, untainted and pure to the brim.

Under the complex formation that goes beyond the understanding of all the other races, the location of this sacred place is well-known to be more deadly and highly protected than any other place inside the Ancient Human Empire.

Even the Imperial Palace is not as guarded as the Symposium of Upper Divinities.

Attempts from the opposing rebellion force of Ancient Humans led by the Three Impartial Kings to infiltrate the Symposium of Upper Divinities have been done multiple times throughout centuries, yet even their might couldn\'t penetrate through.

Offering complex defensive mechanisms external and internal, it\'s simply a fortress.

Passing the Dead Man\'s Creek alone which surrounds the entire place is almost an impossible task, thanks to Passue Matriarch. Even if one passed the Dead Man\'s Creek, there are still many obstacles ahead.

On top of that, they have a small time frame of five minutes to pass through.

Any more than that then the Supreme One would appear and none of them would survive.

Similarly, Supernatural races, Demons, and Angels have tried to infiltrate the place too. But this is done not without a cause, an attempt to break into the Symposium of Upper Divinities always has the goal to take the Celestial Artifact that is placed inside of it.

It\'s the absolute transcendent object that belongs to the Supreme One himself.

Legends have spoken that the transcendent object allows the Supreme One to bypass the worldly shackle, and even fought against the literal Gods themselves. Ascending to a greater being, above the human realms.

Under that seduction of power, many have become reckless enough to try.

Demons and Angels are no exception, their greed has led them to try and break into the Symposium of Upper Divinities, and through that, they find that the Dead Man\'s Creek is harmless to them.

It\'s easier to pass it compared to the attempt done by the rebellion force.

But despite this being the case, the normal rocks that are scattered around the sacred place stand as the last and hardest obstacle. Nobody has been able to penetrate it, and the complexity and power of the rocks that turn out to be sophisticated formations are beyond comprehension.

A work from higher powers, the Supreme One is truly unbound.

Just because of the overwhelming bulwark of the rocks that stands at the furthest, there were no more attempts to break into the Symposium of Upper Divinities. Many have tried, and their ashes still haunted the creek.

Each of the fallen ones\' souls has been sucked and trapped inside the creek.

Possessing water darker than black is not a small antique that happens naturally, it was not the work of mutation from mother nature. No, it was the devoured souls of the fallen ones that dyed the creek black.

Acting as an immortal testament for future usurpers to see.

If any of them dares to cross the Dead Man\'s Creek, then their failure will be guaranteed.

Due to that alone, there were none other that tries to foolishly attempt to break into the Symposium of Upper Divinities ever again, they were no fools. No matter how sure of themselves they were, all those who have gone before them had the same mentality and met the same result.

Ultimately, all of them failed, slaughtered, humiliated, and then forgotten.

Elder Tilrith, finding that she was able to hold the rock without any altercation has a smile on her face. Out of everything she has been told, the fact that humans have regressed and grown weaker, technologies rising up, this is the only true testament that could put her heart at ease.

Knowing that this sacred place is unprotected is the greatest assurance she could get.

"Is this why you told me to set the meeting location at this place?" Saruth asked.

Glancing to the side without turning her head, Elder Tilrith nodded as that\'s exactly the reason she wanted the meeting to be here, "Yes, the other Elders would be way more at ease when they saw this"

"It\'s a guarantee for them that the Ancient Humans have long gone" She added.

Just like that, Elder Tilrith and Saruth pushed into the Symposium of Upper Divinities without hesitation. If any other first or second-generation happened to be watching from their grave, they would\'ve been filled with envy.

Entering such a sacred place is an experience capable of envying the Kings and Queens.

Upon entering the Symposium of Upper Divinities, Saruth felt goosebumps as if he treaded into a forbidden place. Scanning around, he was now encircled by towering standing stones, reminiscent of the enigmatic Stonehenge.

At the heart of the site lies a magnificent round table, hewn from solid unknowable stones.

The round table was akin to a token that symbolizes dominance and unity among those who were once gathered here, and there are seven high seats reserved only for the strongest and the worthy powerhouses of its time.

Each of the high seats is not arranged in a normal manner with space between them.

Instead of giving space between each high seat, the two seats on the left and right sides of the round table were put closer to each other. Beside each two stacked high seats, there is another one.

Golden linings decorate these high seats, showing a much higher status.

Finally, at the center of the round table was another singular seat, has more space than the others. It was the seat of power, and on top of the golden linings, there are a carved golden crown-shaped ornament at the peak of the seat.

It was still dark inside the place, yet there was a strange cast of glow from the statues.

Solemnity and absolute pressure came from the statues surrounding the place and gazing down to the round table, the power behind each of these legendary people and wise sages are depicted through the statues even without their dominance.

Carved with impeccable craftmanship, these stoic figures\' presence filled the entire place.

Upon seeing the majestic sight that none other has seen before, Elder Tilrith strides around the round table, putting her gentle fingers on the surface of the high seats with great reverence.

As she did that, the ethereal ambiance inside the place also intensified.

Even though the people that were once sitting on these high seats are the cause of the thousands of years of slavery and countless deaths that her race had to endure, there was no urge to destroy the entire place.

If she did that, she could feel a strike of bad omen will dawn upon her for eternity.

Just as she strides around lightly with Saruth standing stiffly on the side, Elder Tilrith\'s demonic eyes then landed on the single high seat, positioned at the center and further away from the others.

Looking at that seat alone, she knows who this seat belongs to.

The sound of her scaly heels hitting against the stone floor echoed inside the chamber as she eventually arrives at the single high seat, adorned with a golden crown. "It\'s the Supreme One\'s seat..." she utters softly.

Similar to the others, she wanted to touch it, but her hands trembled two centimeters away.

Not that it had some kind of barrier that protected the Supreme One\'s high seat, it\'s just that Elder Tilrith feel the imaginary invisible pressure weighing down on her, forcing her to stop her hand from reaching further.

Gulping harshly, she then went over to the other high seat and sits there.

"Don\'t touch anything. Stand by my side, we\'ll wait for the others to come" Elder Tilrith said before she leans back on the high seat, enjoying the sacred feeling she was getting just from sitting inside this place.

Just as Saruth stands beside Elder Tilrith, both of them sensed a figure approaching.

Coming from the gate that they went through earlier was a figure clad in a black hood, his steps were resounding throughout the entire chamber, showing the mass that he has despite being a bit bigger than Elder Tilrith.

In an instant, both of them realized who the figure was.

Since they have met before, Elder Tilrith and Saruth were not surprised by the arrival of the figure, "Rancaladra, I thought you were not going to meddle with our affairs. We only sent you an invitation out of courtesy, yet here you are..."

"I was planning to not come, but the fifthborn is acting absurdly" Rancaladra replied.

Not even stopping to talk first, Rancaladra went over to the other seat with golden linings and sits there. Even though he was prideful, he didn\'t even cast a glance at the seat in the center with the golden crown.

Upon hearing this, Elder Tilrith frowned, "What do you mean by absurdly?"

Resting both of his hands on the handles, he then raises his reptilian deep blue eyes.

"I heard that the Fifthborn didn\'t intend to awaken his brothers. I\'m fine with that, but the Firstborn must be awakened. Not that I expected someone like you to understand" Rancaladra replied, arrogance and pride in his voice.

Elder Tilrith smiled when she heard this, yet there was a question inside her head.

\'How did he know about that? Did he spy on the Executor? No, that\'s not possible. Then he might\'ve heard it when the Executor clashes against the Werewolves earlier\' She thought before snapping out of her thoughts.

Shrugging her shoulders, she then said, "As long as you\'re after the Fifthborn, then I\'m fine"

"But just so you know, Rancaladra. As soon as the Fifthborn died, we are not going to let you awaken the Firstborn, we are going to stop you one way or the other" she added, her words filled with blatant threat.

Yet Rancaladra scoffed, he already know this and doesn\'t seem to be worried.

Complete choking silently filled the entire place again, forcing Saruth to sweat a little as the atmosphere is already this tense when there are only Elder Tilrith and Rancaladra inside the chamber.

If the others gathered, then he wouldn\'t know what the situation will be.

About half an hour later, there are more and more powerhouses gathered inside the place.

Just as Saruth feared and has been expecting, the tension was off the roof as the representatives of the Supernatural races at each other warily. Of course, this is not essentially hatred.

From what Saruth can see, the tension explicable risen because of one small thing.

It was when Elder Nolacula and the Storm Prince entered the chamber alongside the former King of their Race which are Solomon and Baralt and saw that Elder Tilrith and Rancaladra were sitting at the higher status seats.

Of course, the golden linings define that quite clearly to them.

"Did you come here sooner on purpose, Tilrith, Rancaladra? To show your petty dominance through this?" Elder Nolacula asked, seeing that the two were comfortably sitting on their high seats with their chin held high.

Upon hearing this, Elder Tilrith chuckled, "Long time no see, Nolacula"

"Well, for once, I\'m going to take a step back as you\'ve filled your debt to my grandkids" Elder Nolacula mused before he stepped towards his seat, yet he didn\'t forget to touch the seat before imbuing his Blood Energy into the seat.

Swoosh!

As if the seat transformed from a touch, it was dyed in red and sizzled with blood energy.

Elder Nolacula then sat down after doing that.

Inspired by Elder Nolacula\'s action, Rancaladra, and Elder Tilrith followed suit and infused their respective energies into their high seats. One was suddenly engulfed in demonic hellfire with the Sin of Lust Symbol while the other produced deep blue scales and a draconic sigil at its peak.

Looking at this, Elder Nolacula chuckled finding that they also did the same.

Despite being the current representative for the Vampire Race, Rancaladra and Elder Tilrith are quite older than him, so he didn\'t complain too much and make-up for his lower-standing seat with his own power.

But Storm Prince, on the other hand, watches this in silence.

Baralt who was standing beside him was also sweating profusely, seeing that the Storm Prince didn\'t even say or react to this. Without even being able to read his mind, Baralt already knows that he was displeased with this situation.

It was only after a minute of pause that the Storm Prince made his move.

Striding nonchalantly, he then stops beside the most sacred seat, the one that belongs to the Supreme One with arrogance in his face. "All of you are pathetic, afraid of a dead man\'s seat. But I am not, so this will be my rightful seat..."