The celebration was still in full force when it happened. The ominous sound of trumpets and a sudden light in the sky. The instincts of the Avarus cried out and most of them turned into their Wolf Forms while the others led the children away.

“Amari,” Barah growled as he became a giant black wolf, “Protect Oreyna and the children.”

Amari nodded before she ran off toward the cave where Oreyna was resting.

There were dozens of pale humanoids with empty faces pure white wings, they were the lowest class of angels and were really nothing more than dolls. An incredibly radiant and beautiful woman with four white wings followed behind them, she was an Archangel, one of the angels powerful enough to be given their own ego. She wore platinum colored armor that was without the slightest blemish.

“Which God would send their angels to attack us?” An Avarus barked with discontent. Angels were heavenly beings that could only be created by the most powerful of Gods and even then, not all of them had the ability to do so.

“Hear me, dogs!” The Archangel’s voice swept across the area. She slammed her spear down in the air but for some reason, it sounded as it struck metal and echoed throughout the ears of those listening.

“You have earned the ire of the Gods due to your complete disregard of the laws of the Divine Realm. Your deaths will serve as payment for your sins...so die quickly.” She waved her spear and golden fire began to cover it.

The angels behind her flew down into the crowd of Avarus and the fight began. Of course, the lowest angels weren’t enough to wipe out the Avarus and couldn’t gain any ground against thousands of them. It caused Barah to show confusion until he saw hundreds of beings approaching from the distance. Their mounts consisted horseless chariots, peculiar beasts, and even clouds of energy. As they moved closer, their appearances were just as diverse.

“...Gods.” Barah felt a bitter feeling crawling up his chest. All of the Avarus felt the danger and the outcome of the battle was understood.

“If you spare the children we’ll go without a fight,” Barah stated loudly.

None of the other Avarus protested because there was little chance for survival during a prolonged clash against hundreds of Gods.

“...No,” The Archangel responded with indifference as she descended toward the Avarus.

With one thrust of her spear, the golden flame spread out and burned the closest group of Avarus. Their howls of pain served as a battle cry that ignited immense hostility.

Barah roared before charging toward the tide of Gods with thousands of Avarus behind them. The two opposing forces clashed and blood was spilled from both but the overwhelming advantage lay with the Gods.

Barah locked his jaw onto the arm of a God with greyish skin and several Avarus rushed up to grasp its remaining limbs before tearing them apart.

The God wasn’t even able to scream before they pulled him apart and moved on.

An Avarus ran alongside Barah and began to speak “Barah, we need to–” but large glowing arrow pierced his chest and impaled him to the ground before he could finish.

An incredibly muscular God dressed in the skins of divine beasts laughed as he knocked a translucent arrow and aimed at another wolf. As the God who grew powerful from hunting and battles, he enjoyed himself the most.

Meanwhile, the Archangel was in the middle of the battle twirling her spear while striking down any Avarus that approached. One common quality about angels was their fanatical loyalty to the beings that created them. Most would eagerly throw away their lives or slaughter hundreds in order to please their Gods but there were some exceptions. After all, once they developed a will of their own the chances of defiance went up.

It was clear the Archangel wasn’t one of them as she held a cold look while cutting down the Avarus.

“Filthy.” Her eyes narrowed in disgust when she saw that some blood had fallen onto her armor even though it didn’t stain she couldn’t tolerate it and her attacks became stronger.

Packs of Avarus dropped by the hundreds while only several Gods would end up dying. The struggle became weaker and weaker until only a few hundred of the Avarus remained.

“How does it feel to watch your entire species go extinct?” A God wearing a hooded dark purple robe laughed maniacally as she waved her hands.

Small meteors began falling from the sky along with dozens of other powerful energies, it was clear that they were looking to wipe the Avarus out in one attack.

Barah had returned to his smaller form and was missing an arm as well as an eye but he still had enough strength to stand. He looked around him to see the bodies of the Avarus littering the area with a few survivors in similar conditions as him. He exhaled a tired sigh as he watched the oncoming assault.

Then he let loose an abrupt laugh, “It feels good! It’s great to know that you, who call yourselves Gods, were so fearful of us that you needed to attack together! All of you are cowards!”

The remaining Avarus laughed viciously at the Gods with no sign of fear.

“They’ve gone mad.” A God clicked his tongue and made the excuse in his mind to prevent shame from growing inside of him.

Then, Barah opened his mouth to give one last declaration as the time of death drew near, “Indras, don't let them die easily!”

The combined attacks of the Gods landed and the rest of the Avarus fell without any resistance, but echoes of maddening seemed to still remain in the ears of some Gods. All of them were silent but couldn’t shake the last words of Barah and quickly glanced around. After seeing that nothing was left, they decided that Barah was truly insane and started to depart.

“Wait.” The God who ruled over hunting and combat pointed his hands toward a certain location.

“Is there something wrong?” The Archangel asked with a tone that wasn’t disrespectful nor especially courteous.

“More of them remain, I’ll go handle it.” The God dressed in beast skins shrugged.

“I’ll accompany you.” The Archangel knew letting a single Avarus live would cause Helion to become upset.

The two marched toward the area and discovered a cave in that was clearly recent. The Archangel swung her staff and cleared it away before they entered and a battle broke out. Those watching from the outside heard several roars and cries for a few minutes before the Archangel and the God emerged with some apparent wounds. The Archangel was missing her spear and a wing from her back while the God had a large claw mark on his chest.

In his hand, he held the severed head of a giant wolf with white fur. After confirming there was no one left, the Gods finally departed with the thought that they wiped away all of the Avarus Lupum.

…

Indras opened his eyes and sat up immediately before looking around. He knew he was in a healing spring the moment due to the refreshed and purified feeling that spread through his body.

“I wonder if they celebrated without me.” Indras climbed out of the pond and stretched his body that remained inactive for a few days before moving toward the entrance of the tunnel. Of course, it was blocked in so he teleported outside and tried to gather his bearings. He teleported away and moved toward the direction of where the Avarus were gathered before he got rid of the Red Moon.

Indras felt excitement at the prospect of the future of the Avarus and couldn’t contain his joy but as he moved closer to the area, he felt something was off. There was complete silence over the area and no sign of any other living creatures. He could make out the heavy smell of blood and moved even faster before he arrived and fell to the ground due to the shock he felt.

The corpses of the Avarus were littered over the area and it was clear that the battle happened no more than a day before his arrival. Indras staggered through the lifeless graveyard of those who had gathered in order to wish him well. He spotted some of the Darkclaw and moved toward them before he found what looked like his father’s body. He knelt down and slowly lifted him before hugging him tightly.

Then the most important thought formed in his head, “Oreyna!”

Indras put his father down softly and began to yell, “Oreyna!”

He concentrated his hearing and discovered a raspy cough responding to his cough. Indras rushed toward the source and found a cave which he quickly entered.

Inside was a sight that tore at his heart and caused tears to fall down his face. At the entrance was a headless corpse of a white-haired Avarus which could only be his mother. Behind her were his children who had laid motionless with their eyes closed as if they were sleeping, but the small holes in their chest made it clear what their fates were.

“...Indras.”

At the back of the cave was Oreyna pinned to the wall with a spear through her chest. It was clear that she would be dead soon and the fact she held on as long as she did was through sheer willpower.

“Oreyna!” Indras rushed up to her while crying, his body trembled and it made for a miserable sight.

“This isn’t...your fault, Indras.” Oreyna raised her hand to caress his face.

Indras became choked with emotion as his entire body shook, “I did this!”

“Indras…Listen to...me.” Oreyna began to cry as she raised her voice, “This isn’t your fault.”

“I’m sorry that I wasn’t strong enough! If-If I waited a few more years then...I shouldn’t have tried to save all of us! Look what happened to you! Oreyna…” Indras wailed incoherently but Oreyna raised her hand and gathered all her strength to slap him as hard as she could.

“Listen to me!” Oreyna shouted cruelly as blood began to spill out of her mouth. “Kill all of them, Indras! Kill every single one of those Gods! Don’t you understand that they are the ones responsible for this!? Make them remember us, Indras! Make sure they never forget what they did!”

Her eyes became dull as she finished speaking and her voice became fainter, “Remember...You didn’t...do this to us...Indras...”

Her eyes closed and her body relaxed as she let out her last breath. Indras was silent as tears continued to fall.

Indras suddenly let out horrible scream shook the air. His voice dripped with a savage ferocity that had never been seen in the Divine Realm before.

…

The bodies of all the Avarus Lupum were gathered up and were placed next to each other neatly. There was no worry of their bodies rotting due to the natural preservative effect the Divine Realm had.

Indras eyes had stopped producing tears at some point and a melancholy hung over him as he looked at the bodies.

He slowly changed into his Wolf form and stared down at them, he felt that an apology wouldn’t be what they wanted. It would mean he regret setting them free from the control of the Red Moon, so instead, he saw it best to deliver results. Indras opened his jaw and the bodies began floating toward him.

The Avarus Lupum consumed whether it be their own people or prey. They gained strength from it and there was a common practice where the young ate any of their immediate relatives that died to inherit their traits. It was a form of respect and many saw it as a way to allow them to live on with each passing generation.

So that’s what Indras did, he consumed all of them and parts of their memories came flooding in with each body he consumed. With each image that appeared in his head, he could see a glimpse of the Gods responsible. There were hundreds but he imprinted each and every one of their appearances into his mind. When he was done, nothing remained on the ground but blood that had seeped into the soil.

All that was left was a giant black wolf whose yellow eyes burned with fury and violence. It began moving toward some unknown place. He had decided that the first one to die would be the God of Hunting and Battle. That God who loved to keep trophies had Amari’s head and its retrieval was Indras’ immediate priority.