great-warnovel Chapter 194 Shadow Beast
Chapter 194 Shadow Beast
Chapter 194 Shadow Beast
This may be the last time she sees the moon.
Maria clearly doesn't have enough money to continue buying wolfsbane medicine, and the dust cloud won't dissipate anytime soon. She may never be able to see the moon sober again in her life. Let's just consider this fulfilling one of the child's wishes.
Hermione thought to herself, curled up and floated up, her whole body transforming into a full moon in the nitrogen and argon mist.
The soft moonlight spilled onto the ground and onto everyone, as if draping them in a light veil.
"No matter how many times I watch it, it's still wonderful," Harry said enviously.
The others watched Maria nervously, fearing she might suddenly erupt in anger; Percy had even drawn his wand.
However, Lily's wolfsbane potion was indeed effective. After Hermione transformed into the moon, Maria did quickly show signs of turning into a wolf, but apart from feeling pain, she did not become manic or lose her mind.
For the first time, she clearly saw the changes in herself, seeing a large tuft of furry wolf tails growing out from behind her. She looked at her terrifying, writhing claws and gently stroked the moonlight falling on the wolf fur.
She looked up at the hazy, dreamlike moon.
"My mother said that in the past, the moon represented longing."
"That's what her grandmother told her—that before the green clouds covered the sky, you could see the moon every night."
"Sometimes it's a round plate, sometimes it's an elegant curve—it accompanies every child through the night..."
Huge tears streamed from her beastly eyes, sliding down her short, protruding wolfish snout.
"Mom said that if you miss her, look up at the sky; behind the clouds, the moon is always there."
She and my grandmother were there with me.
"Is Dad here now?"
She stretched out her thin hands covered in bluish-white fur, as if trying to touch the moon in the sky, but the moon was still far away from her. She could only try to feel the moonlight, which gently fell on her hands, as if her family was comforting her.
Everyone watched in silence. Even Percy, who had been the most resolute, was speechless at this moment, wanting only to let the girl quietly enjoy the rare moonlight.
Although Hermione, transformed into the Moon, has no eyes, she still possesses a unique perspective that allows her to observe everything around her.
She gazed gently at the werewolves below, generously sharing her light.
As Maria entrusts her hopes and her affections to the moon, something invisible seems to flow into Hermione's body.
Almost instantly, the former Finger Witch realized that it was faith!
Although she had never been worshipped herself, she had devoutly worshipped the Two Fingers and the Supreme Will. She was all too familiar with that feeling. But now, the object of her worship had become herself, the moon that she had become.
The bright sphere instantly evoked a real sense of pleasure and excitement, a feeling of long-term hunger finally being satisfied that surged through the body.
Hermione finally understood why she had always felt something was missing.
Although the moon is the magic of the Kalia royal family, it hangs in the sky and should be a physical entity that countless people look up to and entrust their thoughts to; it is an outer god representing the alliance between the stars and the moon.
Maria's pure attachment to the moon became a tonic Hermione had never seen before. It seemed that magic and faith were mixed together, accelerating the growth of the moon once again!
Unfortunately, she alone is far too few, and this amount of faith is probably not enough to do anything. It's just a drop in the ocean when it comes to advancing the Oborozuki form.
Moreover, without the continuous supply of wolfsbane medicine, she probably wouldn't be able to gaze at the moon soberly anymore, let alone offer her faith.
Thinking about this, Hermione suddenly had a flash of inspiration and came up with another idea.
In the borderlands, people do not use the concept of werewolves in isolation, but rather refer to all intelligent life forms that resemble beasts as hybrids. They are regarded as a lowly race of servants, inferior products born from the furnace of life, but their strength and intelligence should not be underestimated.
The messengers of the supreme will point one finger and assign beings called shadows to the gods they choose. These shadows are mostly wolf-like hybrids and serve as both bodyguards and military supervisors.
Blaze, the half-wolf belonging to Ni, and Maricus, the black sword belonging to Marika.
Besides the shadow beast, there's also the burden that Holly Lou carries from her past as the Beast King in order to suppress her fighting spirit.
The later prime minister, the Beast Throsh, and even the lion hybrids at the borderland who could demonstrate the Golden Law seemed to possess a way to grant beasts wisdom. In the Temple of the Beast, the bound orc statues, and even the orc corpses truly bound to stone pillars in Sky City, all seemed to be metaphors for the restraint of beastly nature by wisdom.
Perhaps that wisdom is not something we are born of, but rather something that arises from faith?
The thought popped into her head: the beasts devoutly believed in something, whether it was the ancient dragons or the Golden Law. Perhaps it was this faith that allowed them to suppress their animalistic nature and thus gain wisdom.
The fact that Blaze, the half-wolf, went mad because he betrayed his faith in the Supreme Will and refused to become Nie's calamity also seems to illustrate this point.
The werewolves in this world are not naturally born, but rather originate from some kind of curse. To this day, even the most skilled potions masters have no way to break the curse, and can only suppress its onset.
But perhaps Hermione could try to restrain Maria's mania from a faith perspective.
She made up her mind and looked at the little werewolf again.
"If you want to see the moon again." Her words echoed, like the gentle moonlight slowly reverberating.
"Then believe in me." It was like a deep and intimate whisper.
In Maria's eyes, the full moon seemed to be speaking to her, and a soft, bright white light flooded her vision, as if embracing her.
"Entrust your heart, your uncontrollable rage, your deep longing and attachment—all without reservation to the moon, to me."
In the light, it seemed as if a hand reached out from the moon and gently stroked Maria's cheek. The slender, white fingers caressed her hairy face, like a mother's comfort, wiping away her tears.
"Faith—the moon?" Maria murmured.
She didn't understand what faith was, nor did she know how to practice it.
She awkwardly took half a step forward, half-kneeling and gazing up at the full moon.
"I will give everything I have, my heart, my love—to the moon, to you—"
She stretched out her claws, as if climbing onto the hand reaching out from the moon.
In the next instant, it seemed as if an invisible contract was established, and the bright moonlight blossomed, turning everything around into silvery white.
Hermione could feel a connection linking her to Maria, and she could feel the sadness in Maria's heart.
You can feel the rage suppressed by the medicine, and you can also feel the puppy's attachment to its owner.
"Shadow Beast." The word came to her mind.
Perhaps from now on, Maria will become her shadow beast.