Chapter 117: Blood Moon Apocalypse [3]

-Zeref's POV-

I gradually opened my eyes and my face dropped in awe at millions of beasts kneeling, howling at the moon. 

An enchanting white wolf with many silk tails lead the howl like a pack's Alpha. What the he*ll was happening?

'That is Malia.' Voadhailis smirked, impressed and for once, there was a hint of respect in his voice.

I groaned, sitting up to see the moon's blood red fading. I felt my mana start to resurface but not all of it. I remembered the last thing I saw before I blacked out.

I was holding that fireball behind me, exerting all my mana into it and when I aimed it at the crowd of beasts, my body felt numb. The expense of the move was immense and it knocked me unconscious.

Before falling into Malia's arms and going in and out of consciousness, a blast of notification filled my vision, making me smile in content.

[You have killed an A rank beast!]

[You have Levelled up!]