Earth's Greatest Magus

As they walked through the enormous palace gates, the two of them were greeted by a large garden filled with beautiful plants. There, a servant quickly approached and led them to the side where the event was held.

What welcomed them when they arrived at the event venue was hundreds of people all dressed in formal attire, gathering and mingling with people they knew with glasses of drinks in their hands.

“I’ve heard that a Wolf’s Rave could be quite wild,” said Annara as she looked around. “This one is surprisingly very sophisticated.”

As they had expected, looking at the people present, most of those who were invited to the event were the leaders and people from prominent noble clans, as well as a few honored guests. This meant that they had to be extra careful not to be found out.

Even with a glance, Emery could tell that more than half of these people were magus, and a few dozens possessed the power of a grand magus. Wolf half-bloods who had reached the grand magus level were figures that were still rare in the Magus Universe, hence their existence quickly caught the attention of everyone in the place.

However, one that attracted all pairs of eyes was one particularly respected figure.

“That one is Patriarch Talbot, a renowned commander in the Magus Alliance Army,” said Annara as she gestured to a large, stout middle-aged man with dark skin and beard wearing a dark blue military uniform with various medals hanging on it.

The man was surrounded by a group of dozen men, all with similarly shaved heads and muscular bodies. All of them without exception emanated the aura of a magus, and were widely known as Talbots’ Warhounds.

On the other side stood another well-known group that exuded a different kind of domineering presence. At first glance, they looked like a pack of savages with their fur coats, white tattoos, and numerous small bone straps on their faces. They were known as the BoneCoyotes.

“Well, at least their names are easy to remember,” Emery replied in response to Annara’s explanation.

Moments later, the attention of the people in the two groups seemed to be diverted when a group made up entirely of women arrived at the venue. Led by a beautiful woman with long crimson hair, they all strolled into the place dressed in various tantalizing red gowns as the crowd made way for them.

They were another famous group, the Sacred Rose.

Emery was very fascinated by the long ears and furry tail they proudly displayed. The striking features those women had were because all of them possessed the sister gene to the Wolf bloodline; they are the half-blood descendants of the Fox bloodline.

“I am sure that you like those women, but don’t let their appearance fool you,” said Annara as her eyes also on the group. “They are infamous for being very ferocious on the battlefield.”

Other than those three eye-catching groups, there were a few who appeared not human at all with their wolf fur covered behind their blazers. Some others seemed to prefer not to be the center of attention as Emery noticed there were people wearing dark robes to hide their identities and there were also groups that didn’t look like fighters at all.

It was obvious that all these wolves half-blood came from different wolf packs.

It took them only minutes before the much-prepared formal events started to turn rowdy. The wolves were after all uncivilized creatures by nature.

“Anyone you recognize here? Distant cousin maybe?” Annara asked teasingly

Emery, however, focused his eyes, looking around to find a particular person, but he didn’t seem to be among the crowd.

Unfortunately, his search couldn’t last long as the ringing of bells rang through the air, announcing the arrival of important people. Everyone’s attention immediately turned to the palace terrace, as a grand magus figure came forward.

An old man with glasses, known as the loyal servant of the King, Lord Warwick. He opens the event welcoming the guest and starts calling in the special guest.

“We welcome Lord Chester from the House of Locarios and his wife.”

A pair of grand magus, both of Wolf bloodline, could be seen walking to the palace. Their arrival was promptly welcomed with applause from the hundreds of people below.

The next person who made their appearance was a dark-skinned man, introduced as Patriarch Rikard of the House of Krast. The man received an equally enthusiastic welcome from the crowd before he joined the grand magus pair just now.

When the third arrival was announced, Emery instantly narrowed his eyes.

“We welcome Lord Philips and his brother Patriarch Lucius from the House of Corvin.”

Finally, the person he was waiting for revealed himself. When the pair of golden-haired grand magus appeared on the terrace, looking at the one recognizable face of Lucious Corvin, Emery couldn’t help but feel his emotions churn violently as the urge that slumbering within began to rebel, wanting to get out and wreak havoc.

Noticing Emery’s reaction, Annara quickly grabbed his shoulder and said, “Calm down, will you… We have to be discreet. Please.”

As Emery tried to calm his raging emotions, the sound of the bell once again echoed in the air. Everyone instantly fell into silence as finally, the person they were waiting for would finally appear.

“We are now welcoming Our exalted, The Alpha King, Marcus Silvermane”.”

Taking his gaze away from the golden-haired man he loathed so much, Emery looked at the ruler of this planet.

He was a middle-aged man with long, gray hair that exuded an extraordinary aura in the attire he wore. There was indeed a regal charisma on display from the man, but to Emery’s surprise, he only had the strength of a grand magus.

The Alpha King was not that different from the five people who came out earlier than him, maybe even weaker. In fact, the man walked with the help of a cane in his hand.

Yet the man gave off an indescribable aura that made everyone including Emery himself feel the urge to bow down to him. When he finally arrived, all the hundreds in the garden below and the five great magus on the terrace all lowered their heads, giving their respects to the Alpha King.

The Alpha King stepped to the edge of the terrace, his gaze looking down at everyone. After delivering a simple speech, he said “Lets the Blood Moon festival begin”

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