The Lycans Unexpected Warrior Luna!

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Luna Cloud, subjected to the most brutal of deaths, her consciousness lingering in the aftermath, still haunted by the pain of her fate.

Her mangled, skinless body hung over the South City Gate of Sacred Warrior Nation, a spectacle to be avoided and reviled by passersby.

“Good riddance to bad rubbish. The Cloud Family, aside from the current Empress, is a nest of vipers. If it werent for her noble decision to expose her familys treacherous plots, our Sacred Warrior Nation would have already fallen to the enemy, and we wouldnt be enjoying peace now!”

“Indeed, especially that eldest Miss Cloud. A woman who wields spears and guns, married into the Dust王府 yet unfaithful, conspiring with other men, even going so far as to maim her husband and nearly poison him to death. Shes truly a heart of vipers...”

Luna had grown tired of the venomous words. Her downfall was her own fault, blinded by love and trust in the wrong people.

Suddenly, a carriage approached with great fanfare, surrounded by the imperial guards, and a woman adorned with jewels and elegance alighted from it, assisted by others.

She arched her brow, gazing at Lunas corpse with a smirk. “Take the body down.”

Luna, hovering above, watched in despair as her grotesque, sun-dried corpse was dragged before Dream Cloud, the sister she had doted on and given everything to for over a decade. Dream now stood, crushing Lunas skull under her heel with a vicious twist.

“It took so long to dry out. Youve wasted a lot of my time, Luna Cloud. You shone so brightly in life, always outshining me, but did you ever imagine ending up like this?”

Her laughter rang out, tinged with madness and malice.

Luna had seen this face before, her heart burning with rage, yearning to strangle the woman before her, but she was powerless.

The Cloud Family was sentenced to death, her parents brutally executed, all due to this woman. Luna couldnt fathom what the Cloud Family had done to deserve such madness from her.

Dreams laughter subsided, and she spoke with a solemn air. “By the way, you cursed me as heartless and ungrateful while you suffered. I heard it all, and now Ill tell you why, even if you cant hear me anymore.”

She squatted down, wearing the smile of the victor, and whispered conspiratorially to Lunas corpse.

“Luna Cloud, did you know? Your real sister drowned in the river long ago, and I assumed her identity. Because your Cloud Family caused the death of my parents, this is your deserved retribution. Moreover, Sky Emperor has always loved me, not you. Unlike you, sister, I gave myself to him long ago. He, the crown prince, was betrothed to you, yet you wouldnt even let him touch you, pretending to be pure and noble?”

She spoke softly and cautiously, ensuring only her confidantes were around to hear.

These secrets, never revealed even when Luna was alive, now spilled out in the relief of her death.

After she finished, Luna felt a chill in her non-existent heart.

If she still had one.

All truths were laid bare, and the illusions of the past dissipated like smoke before her eyes, revealing the harsh realities that left her with a single thought, "So it was all a lie."

From the start, her family had been a target of Dreams schemes, treating the Cloud Family as enemies rather than kin.

And Sky Emperor, who promised to marry her as queen, quickly wed Dream as Crown Princess after Lunas fall from grace, still using the Cloud Familys influence to secure his position, only to turn on them once he ascended the throne.

How ruthless, how very ruthless of them.

The pair were a match made in heaven, each more heartless than the last.

Despair clouded Lunas thoughts. Knowing the truth now was useless; she was already dead.

Dream, having unburdened herself of years of secrets, instructed, “Crush the body, burn it, and place the ashes in a jar. Find a sorcerer to put a curse on it, I want her to never rise again!”

Lunas remaining consciousness froze, helpless against her fate. She was filled with hate, resentment, and rage, all to no avail.

As the servants began to follow Dreams orders, about to burn the body in public, a sudden cry from the city gates interrupted them, “No good, no good, the enemy has breached!”

The city gates erupted into chaos, the thunderous sound of the gates being breached deafening as they were torn open by a tide of iron cavalry.

The onlookers scattered in a mad rush, and Dreams face turned deathly pale. Before she could even comprehend what was happening, she was dragged away in the panic.

“Protect the Empress, quickly!”

Among the cavalry, a man rode at the forefront, clad in white, not in armor, yet exuding an aura of authority.

His incredibly handsome face dazzled those who caught sight of him, and Dust Emperor appeared before Lunas corpse, taking her by surprise.

Drawing his bow, he released an arrow without hesitation, striking Dreams beautiful back, hitting the mark.

Dream never expected to die so ignobly, not even a scream escaping her lips before she perished, leaving her attendants stunned and kneeling in fear.

His men continued the charge, and his cold voice spoke a single word, “Late.”

Expressionless, he stood by Lunas corpse, devoid of any emotion. The chilling aura that would make ones skin crawl was, at this moment, the only solace in Lunas heart.

The man she once hated, feared, harmed, and abandoned, now knelt before her dismembered form.

Dust Emperor said nothing, carefully collecting each piece of Luna, wrapping them in his own robes without leaving a single fragment behind. His pitch-black phoenix eyes occasionally flashed with a madness that was terrifying.

“Whoever touched what belongs to me, shall die.”

Luna couldnt quite place the feelings stirring in her heart.

It was strange, helpless, yet it filled her with a deep sense of guilt towards him.

She had indeed poisoned him, nearly causing his death, yet it was he who now saved her body from further desecration.

If... if there was a next life, she would surely repay his kindness.

“Your Highness, the commander of the imperial guards has surrendered with his men. What about the palace?”

From Dust Emperors pale lips came a single word, “Kill.”