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Kalan's silver hair glimmered with a metallic sheen under the moonlight as he knelt before the laboratory table. The wound on his left chest was healing at an astonishing rate, silver-scaled tissue spreading along his collarbone to his throat. Lia stumbled back, knocking over a shelf filled with reagents, and β-3 solution splashed onto Kalan's bare forearm, hissing sharply. Yet he seemed oblivious to the pain, his Yin Tong fixated on the blue light emanating from her wrist.
"You..." His voice was hoarse, like a rusty blade, "Are you the Moonlight Priestess of the Bloodfang Clan?"
Lia's throat tightened. Suddenly, all the emergency magic crystals in the lab exploded, their shards reflecting an eerie crimson glow as they flew through the air. She saw dark red ripples spreading in Kalan's Yin Tong, as if two moons were eclipsing each other in his eyes. The Old Scar on her wrist suddenly burned, the blue light piercing her skin and tracing two Crescent runes around her arm.
"Don't come near me!" she gasped, stumbling backward as vials shattered beneath her feet. When Kalan's scarf fell away, it revealed half of his face, burned and scarred—his left eye socket empty, only charred blood crusted there, while his right eye's vertical pupil shimmered with dark red ripples.
The howls of hired werewolves echoed from the corridor, and Morris's silver chains clanked closer. Kalan suddenly seized Lia's wrist; when her skin touched his scorching palm, blue light and red radiance erupted at their point of contact, as if two opposing forces were tearing at her veins.
"Follow me." His voice dropped to a deep command, and his silver hair trailed like flowing light in the darkness. Lia was dragged toward a ventilation duct behind the laboratory, the metal cover tearing apart like tin foil under Kalan's claws.
The narrow duct was filled with the scent of rust; Kalan's breath brushed against Lia's neck with a chilling heat. She could feel the magic within him surging as silver scales crawled up toward his throat. Morris's pursuit turned into screams; through the iron grate of the vent, she saw the intermediary’s silver chains twisted by some invisible force into a helix.
"It's Dark Moon Power." Kalan's voice echoed in the duct as he suddenly pierced his palm with a finger, bright red blood shimmering in the moonlight. "It's awakening... but it's still unstable."
The Old Scar on Lia flared with pain again; instinctively, she pressed down on the Crescent Rune on her wrist but found that the blue light was flowing toward Kalan. The duct shook violently as hired werewolves clawed at the metal walls; Kalan’s silver hair moved without wind, and a series of cracks echoed from his spine as bones restructured themselves.
When the first hired werewolf broke through the vent, Kalan had already transformed into a half-man, half-wolf form. His upper body retained human shape while his lower limbs morphed into wolf paws covered in Silver Fur, sharp claws etching deep grooves into the metal wall. The hired werewolves let out excited growls; Kalan suddenly opened his mouth to bite at his own shoulder. Blood splattered as his wound healed at an observable rate, Silver Fur rapidly growing along newly formed skin.
"Go." He commanded with a low growl that resonated with wolf-like authority. Before Lia could react, he hoisted her onto his shoulder and charged toward the end of the duct. Blood dripped onto the metal wall; rust along their path quickly burned to a charred blackness, filling the air with the smell of singed fur.
They burst out of the ventilation duct and landed in mud at the bottom of an underground river. Kalan set Lia down on a moss-covered stone; his silver hair was rapidly fading under the moonlight, and the silver scales beneath his skin were gradually disappearing. Lia noticed what he had kept covered with his scarf—a Crescent-shaped scar on his left chest, its edges gleaming with metallic luster as if torn by some weapon with silver barbs.
"This is the Dark Moon Brand." Kalan unveiled his scarf to reveal the scar on his left chest. As moonlight fell upon it, that scar suddenly glowed dark red, resonating with the Crescent Rune on Lia’s wrist. "Every generation of Silverclaw Chieftains implants Dark Moon Power into their successors’ bodies, but this time... it has been tainted."
As Lia’s fingertips brushed against that scar, dark red light surged forth. She saw countless silver claws moving within Kalan’s veins; wherever they passed, blood coagulated into metallic clumps. Kalan grunted softly and knelt on one knee; his silver hair shimmered again with metallic sheen as cracks appeared on his back skin revealing growing wolf fur beneath.
"Reagents!" He pointed with a claw toward Lia’s Experimental Pack. "The β-3 solution can temporarily suppress beast transformation."
Lia trembled as she retrieved a syringe filled with β-3 solution. When she injected it into Kalan’s neck side, he let out a beastly roar; blood surged back through the syringe and crystallized into tiny scales on Lia’s hand. She suddenly realized that what reflected in Kalan’s vertical pupil was not herself but rather a Moonlight Priestess imprisoned by the Silverclaw Tribe three hundred years ago—within that woman’s Lan Mou floated an identical Crescent Rune.
The footsteps of pursuers approached again, this time accompanied by mechanical roars. Kalan grasped Lia’s wrist; when her skin touched his burning palm again, blue light and red radiance intertwined at their point of contact like a net enveloping them both. The moonlight became exceptionally bright as countless silver runes emerged in Lia’s vision; they flowed along the course of the underground river before converging in a mossy crevice along its bank.
"That is a mark of Yueyue Spring." Kalan’s voice echoed within the network of runes; his silver hair had completely faded but dark red glimmers flickered in his left eye's Void. "The holy ground of Bloodfang Clan... your mother’s final hiding place."
Before Lia could respond, water from the underground river suddenly exploded upward. Amidst silvery splashes rose a half-mechanical werewolf figure; its left arm replaced by a chainsaw prosthetic and its right eye fitted with a pulsating magic crystal glowing red. As it emitted a synthesized roar, Lia noticed three blood marks etched onto its chest armor—the very marks deliberately erased from laboratory surveillance footage.
"Find her." The Mechanical Werewolf's magic crystal eye shot forth a beam of silver light that instantly vaporized Lia’s Experimental Pack upon impact. Kalan pushed her toward the crevice by the riverbank while he charged directly into the beam. Blood sprayed forth as once more chainsaw blades tore through his left arm; yet instead of blood gushing forth from his wound, dark red torrents of magic energy erupted.
As Lia fell into the crevice between stones, she saw that Kalan's silver hair had completely turned dark red; sounds of cracking bones echoed from his spine as Silver Fur tore through his back skin. When the Mechanical Werewolf’s chainsaw struck him on the shoulder, Kalan suddenly bit down on its steel prosthetic limb; Dark Moon Power erupted from his wound creating two swirling Crescents above them in midair.
As Lia's back slammed against stone walls within that crevice, her Crescent Rune flared brightly once more. From deep within came whispers resembling water flowing—a multitude of voices murmuring: *Heir of Moonlight Heart, Dark Moon Power is consuming his soul; you must find Purification Spring before blood moon rises... or both clans will be devoured by Eternal Night.*
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