The Guardian gods-Chapter 226

The dark figure no longer felt the gaze as he floated back down, the view of the stars behind him disappearing as if it had never been there.

The window in the room the figure was in blew open as the figure vanished. Back on the battlefield, Robin was leaning on his harpoon for support when he felt a hand touch his shoulder followed by a whisper, "You did good. I am leaving. You can take care of the rest. You can have the armor and weapons; take it as an apology for putting you in your current state."

Raising his head to say something, Robin found no one behind him, but the coldness coming from his shoulder where he was touched assured him that everything was real.

That was the last straw for Robin. He let go of his weapon, falling to the ground as he laughed weakly, "We won."

The dark figure zoomed across the plain, matching Finn’s flying speed. Soon, the sight of the ever-cold side of the northern continent appeared before the figure.

Without hesitation, the figure rushed into this side of the continent, a place most humans found hard to endure. The winter wind blew the cloak covering the figure, pulling back the hood.

A werewolf with dark hair streaked with white took a deep breath of the cold air, smiling. Wulv grabbed the cloak covering him, absorbing it into his space.

His massive form stood out clearly in the surrounding snow-white world, a smile on his face. Howling to the sky, his form shifted as he turned into a wolf the size of a truck. His claws dug into the snow as he sprinted further into the distance.

Wulv was feeling a bit of a high from experiencing his first war. His people had never had any reason to be at war, so all these years, all he had done was play simulated war games with the soldiers under him.

Today, he led an army to victory in a war. Even though he didn’t personally participate, it was no doubt his strategic planning that led to the victory for his side.

What made him most happy was that he was finally able to apply his constellation in real-time. The constellation he comprehended was one of the reasons his father made him the chief general of their kingdom.

The Draco Insight constellation gave him the ability of "Tactical Intuition." Basic usage of the ability enabled him to assess situations quickly, anticipate opponents’ moves, and make strategic decisions with remarkable precision.

Over the years, he developed the ability further to apply it on a larger scale, which was what he did with the human soldiers. "Too bad it was humans, not my fellow werewolves," Wulv thought to himself.

The full power of his constellation wasn’t brought out through the humans, as their mana didn’t have traces of celestial energy that would have made him more compatible with them.

The armor the humans wore was enabled so that the ability worked; it was specifically crafted for this situation. If the humans were compatible, they wouldn’t have been driven around like puppets. Instead, they would have been of clear mind, making quick decisions on their own like a hive mind.

The cold wind brought clarity to Wulv’s mind the further he traveled back to his home. A look of caution flashed in his eyes as he thought to himself, "A divine being is really a divine being."

He thought he was clear of mind, but looking back at his actions, he was unknowingly drawn into the madness of war. One thing Wulv knew about himself was how calm-minded and analytical he was about things.

It was rare for him to ever feel such a rush of emotion while doing what he was supposed to do. His job and mission at the port was to make sure their ally won and was able to keep the port safe, which he did. Sure, he should feel happy about completing his mission, but Wulv knew himself well enough to know he never allowed emotions to cloud his judgment.

This was because his constellation talent made him this way, which his father thought was a problem as he seemed a bit too uptight about things.

Stopping for a moment, Wulv looked down at his claw. "I even took my full wolf form without even noticing." Wulv took a deep breath, allowing the cold air to fill his lungs and steady his thoughts.

Thinking back on his actions and the reason why his father was mad at him, he realized he was only supposed to use his constellation to keep the minds of the humans steady in case the red mist appeared.

The mist was a trait Wulv noticed believers of Björn acquired the longer a fight went on. The mist, for those new to it, would turn them feral and make them lose their composure and mind, foregoing any logical action.

His uncle Jaws’ divinity battled the mist’s ability. If he had been thinking logically at the moment, he would have noticed that and should have instead used his ability to make the human soldiers ignore the pain caused by two forces fighting in their bodies.

He did do that, but he went even further, taking over the human soldiers’ bodies and using them like puppets to fight back against the werebeast army. That led to Yuki and Finn noticing that there was someone else behind the scenes.

Now, looking back on his actions, he couldn’t really explain why he did what he did. What he found disturbing was that a few moments back, deep in his mind, he was wishing for more war to occur so he could use his ability to its fullest.

Shifting back to his werewolf form, Wulv straightened his royal garb as he looked up at the red dot in the sky. This dark realization sent a shiver down his spine. The idea that he could desire chaos for the sake of personal satisfaction was unsettling to him.

"I wasn’t even on the battlefield itself. I was only watching through a magical lens, yet I was affected. What would have happened if I was there on the battlefield? What would have happened if I had engaged Finn and Yuki in battle?" These questions ran through Wulv’s mind as he clenched his fist.

Wulv was so deep in thought, he didn’t realize when he entered his people’s territory. The werewolves, seeing their prince, had a look of reverence. No one blocked his way or bothered him. Wulv didn’t even realize when the border gate was closed behind him.

Wulv was drawn out of his stupor when a carriage stopped by him, with the driver calling out, "Prince Wulv, Prince Wulv!"

Looking at the werewolf calling his name, Wulv showed a slight smile. "I apologize, I was a bit lost in my thoughts."

The werewolf shook his head. "That’s alright, Your Highness." Nodding, Wulv opened the door to the carriage and got in. The carriage immediately took off for the capital. As he approached the grand gates of the capital and the bridges of ice in the sky above them, he was greeted by familiar faces.

The carriage dropped Wulv off at the palace gate before taking off. Looking at the palace gate, Wulv noticed his father’s huge figure waiting for him.

Taking a deep breath of the cold air, Wulv began walking towards his father. He stopped when he was within arm’s reach. Nothing was said as Wulv stood still, looking into his father’s cold eyes.

"It seems you already got yourself together," Wulv heard his father say as his cold eyes were replaced with relief.

Wulv smiled as he nodded. "It took a while, but I managed to pull it together."

The palace gate opened, and Maul gestured for Wulv to follow him. "Wulv," his father began, his voice steady but with an edge of concern, "you have succeeded in your mission, but at what cost? What have you learned from this experience?"

"I now understand why you have such reverence when you talk about Grandmother. A divine being is truly a divine being, and to think that Björn was the weakest god."

"I was never close to the red mist or the battlefield, yet I fell under the influence of his divinity," Wulv said as he shook his head.

Maul nodded. "I was taken aback when I noticed the sudden change in your behavior. I had no choice but to let Björn’s pawns know that they are being watched."

"This defeated one of our purposes with this war, which was to buy time and make them question themselves on why their actions were clearly known by the humans. Now, with me announcing my presence, it won’t take much for them to know we helped the humans," Maul said as he walked through the open palace room door. ƒгeewebnovёl.com

Wulv stopped as he clenched his fist. "I apologize, Father. I let myself get carried away and ended up disappointing you."