The Blue Moon Altar

All across the world where The Winter Wolf turned the very first crab into his angel, massive screens can be seen projected high in the sky at all times. Each of which shows the absolute god of each and every being on the planet. All of whom have either been turned into followers of the Blue Moon or are wishing to be turned into followers by the great angels.

Meanwhile leaders from all around the universe can be seen arriving one after another, each trying to gain the power associated with the planet and The Winter Wolf. And while most of them are desperate leaders of weaker planets and nations looking for any boost they can get even if it comes with bindings to The Winter Wolf’s every word, a few of them are simply allies supporting The Winter Wolf. Ones that trust him and what he represents.

Independence from the other progenitors. From The Reaper and Titania.

And a source of power that is clear as day, given to them through nothing more than a bite. Unlike The Reaper or the other progenitors, who give their followers nothing.

Millions of people all watch the large screens high in the sky, including the angels created by The Winter Wolf himself during his few stops on the planet, watch as The Winter Wolf freezes an entire temple solid. Slaughtering all of the monsters inside of it, regardless of what they are.

And they all immediately begin cheering.

By now the vast majority of the Cult of the Blue Moon have all moved to the world and established themselves there underneath the angels, with the crab angel standing at the top of the hierarchy. Despite still not being able to talk.

Some of the cult can even be seen flying in the air or low to the ground as an angel floats next to a screen, making grunting, screeching, and other nonsensible noises as if commentating on their god.

And Diane can’t help but question her sanity as she watches all of this. Not to mention how it’ll all affect the Empire.

“Wolf certainly has an… interesting… following,” Leo mutters from his place floating high in the air watching alongside his wife. Then he glances at her and asks, “You think this’ll benefit our nations?”

Diane answers without looking at him, “Most likely. Wolf is the heir to the Grand Werewolf Empire, which will, for better or worse, mark us as under his protection under the eyes of the other progenitors. And other religions.”

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She never believed that she’d end up having adopted someone who has practically become a god in a way. And that makes her feel rather conflicted.

Especially when she remembers how she had originally been dead set on turning him herself.

Diane watches in silence as her adopted son flies away with a crown in his hand, not even pausing in his flight as he sends it into his storage ring. And after he flies through the air for several minutes, he stops again when he finds a sun alcot. A plant monster spanning hundreds of meters in length with nothing but its open mouth visible in the sand, devouring the sand and expelling it out its sides.

Both she and Leo, along with the millions of spectators down below all watch as The Winter Wolf waves his arm, creating over a thousand jagged shards of glowing pale blue ice all across the air. Then he swipes his arm down, sending them all flying down to strike at the massive creature, killing it nigh instantly.

Powerful. I wonder just how long it’ll take for him to eclipse me in power.

At the very least, Diane understands that by the time he leaves the dungeon, he’ll already be the most powerful person in the entire universe. With the only exception being The Reaper and Titania.

Eventually she looks away from the screen and focuses on the crab angel floating next to it. The very first creature her adopted son had bitten since becoming a pseudo progenitor.

And the creature has already significantly powered up since he had originally seen it, making her wonder just how great the boost from becoming a lunar winter beast is.

Or if someone at her level can even do it.

Much less an already turned species like her.

But at the same time, part of Wolf’s transformation was activated by a bite from Fenrir. And Wolf was already a lycanthrope. A turned species himself.

So it isn’t entirely out of the realm of possibility that a werewolf could be turned into a lunar winter beast.

Or… perhaps an undead being turned into one?

She glances at her husband at that thought. But her husband is a different type of undead from most. Since draugr are born undead unlike most types of undead. So he was already different from most undead.

Whether or not he’s different from other turned species though is a different matter entirely. And not one she’s sure she wants to risk on a simple curiosity either.

I could just wait until a turned species tries to become a lunar winter beast.

And after pondering over that for a little while, she eventually decides to just do that. To wait for someone else to learn the answer first.

The Grand Werewolf Empress watches as Wolf grabs the plant he needs from the massive monster and quickly begins searching for his next target. Only to pause just five or so minutes later when he arrives in front of a massive worm the moment it jumps out of the sand sea below him.

Before he simply freezes the thing alive without even so much as letting it hit the ground. Leaving the massive frozen worm to continue down the rest of the way until it crashes into the ground, the ice still whole despite the impact.

She and Leo continue watching the screen for a little longer before proceeding to leave the planet, each in their own methods.

He’s doing okay now though, and that’s all that matters.