When the Moon No Longer Answers the Wolf Chapter 12

Under the watchful eye of the High Alpha, Aurora stepped into the ritual array without a second thought.

From this day forward, she would sever all love and emotion, living only for her people.

With a distortion of space, her feet touched solid ground.

As far as the eye could see, there was only a vast, desolate landscape. The howling wind in the canyon was like a sharp blade, slicing at the intruder's face, leaving a chilling sting.

As a Council Enforcer, Aurora had been immersed in the blood and fire of the battlefield for years. Severed limbs and screams of agony were commonplace. She had thought that was the height of desolation.

But compared to this ritual ground, it was nothing. The battlefield was better described as brutal.

This place was truly desolate.

Besides the howling wind and herself, she could hear nothing else.

It was as if she were the only person in the world. All she could see were bones scattered everywhere—werewolves, twisted creatures, fae, and the massive remains of beasts weathered beyond recognition, standing like unyielding arrows in the yellow sand.

This was an ancient battlefield. Over the ages, countless beings had died here and turned to dust.

Yellow sand was everywhere, whipped into small whirlwinds by the wind.

Aurora didn't waste any time. She found a spot with the strongest wind, sat down, and began to cultivate her power.

Three days passed, and nothing changed.

Aurora was puzzled. Was this ritual meant to cultivate solitude? To forge a heart that could endure loneliness?

After another two days, she gradually realized something was wrong.

The flow of time here was faster.

The sand and wind blades passed through her body more quickly, their force growing stronger, feeling more and more like sharp knives.

As time went on, the wind blades became faster, seemingly carrying a force that devoured her energy and stamina.

Aurora had to start using her energy to shield her body. The distraction slowed down her cultivation.

Her energy was being consumed faster and faster, and the power she recovered through cultivation couldn't keep up with the energy needed to resist the wind blades.

She could have found a more sheltered spot to ease her situation.

But Aurora was unwilling. Since she had decided to complete the Moon Goddess Ritual, she would give it her all to achieve mastery. That was always her way.

Besides, the war couldn't wait for her forever. Everything had to be done quickly.

Finally, after the fifth day, Aurora found a balance between cultivation and resisting the wind blades.

By now, her armor was tattered and torn by the wind blades, and she looked utterly disheveled. But her spirit was incredibly high, her eyes shining with a sharp light.

The wind seemed to have died down. Had she passed the test?

Everyone's path was different, the journey unique. Aurora couldn't get specific guidance from her predecessors. From the moment she decided to enter the ritual ground, she had been fumbling in the dark.

What exactly was the Moon Goddess Ritual?

First, enduring loneliness, then resisting the wind blades. If the goal was to sever love and emotion, this seemed unrelated. But she truly couldn't remember her past, nor did she have the time or energy to think about it.

She sat on the ground, cultivating without pause, recovering from the exhaustion that had plagued her body for days.

Before Aurora could catch her breath, the ground suddenly trembled and glowed. A bright array enveloped her.

Standing in the center of the array, Aurora vanished in an instant.