Lunar Supremacy: The Original Alpha



"It's time to end this," he declared, spreading his arms wide, ready to unleash another assault. His focus zeroed in on the unsettling figure of the creepy baby, fully aware of its inherent danger, surpassing even the one protecting it. He knew that the true threat lay not with the woman statue, but with the unsettling figure of the creepy baby itself. 

An inkling of realization dawned upon him, he had a suspicion that the creepy baby was not only a harbinger of malevolence but also a vessel of negative energy. It seemed to him that it was in the midst of a metamorphosis , undergoing a sinister change, drawing upon the negative energy pervading the surroundings to awaken its full power.

Sensing his intentions, the woman statue intensified its cries, its volume reaching a piercing level, as if pleading with Vincent to stop his action. 

"So you know how to beg," he muttered to himself, his words muffled by his werewolf form, making his speech difficult to discern. "But you never once considered the lives you've taken." he sneered in contempt. 

"Awooooooooo!" His powerful howl reverberated through the air as he launched himself towards his target, resolve burning fiercely within him to bring this battle to its ultimate conclusion.

Swooooosh!

The atmosphere crackled with power as he hurtled forward, leaving a trail of blur and shockwaves in his wake.

This attack was supposed to end the battle .

Yet, a chilling unease crawled up his spine the moment he closed in.The air around him grew heavy, as if cloaked in a sinister presence that whispered of imminent danger. The fur on the back of his neck stood on end, alerting him to the unseen perils lurking just beyond his line of sight. 

"Not good." Time seemed to slow down as he found himself suspended mid-air, trapped and unable to evade the impending danger hurtling towards him. With no other option available, he contorted his body into a tight, defensive curve, desperately seeking to shield himself from the imminent impact.

And then it came.

Boooooom!

The very fabric of sound seemed to rupture as a thunderous explosion shook the surroundings. His vision blurred for an instant as he collided head-on with an immense fist forged from solid marbled stone. The impact reverberated through his entire being, jolting him with a raw, bone-shattering force.

Crash! The land beneath him crumbled upon impact, as if consumed by the sheer force of the collision

"Damn it " Scrambling to his feet, he fought to regain his balance, his body trembling with the effort to stabilize himself.

But as his gaze steadied, he found himself face-to-face with a stunning woman.Her flowing brown hair cascaded around her shoulders, framing a face that exuded an enigmatic allure.  She has a captivating  brown eyes, filled with an intensity that seemed to pierce through his very soul.  And despite being draped in a black robe, the contours of her alluring figure were evident, hinting at the graceful curves that lay beneath the fabric. 

She stood directly atop the woman's statue's head with a prideful look.

"How dare you trespass into my domain!" The woman's voice dripped with disdain as she sneered at Vincent, locking eyes with him in an intense standoff. The air crackled with hostility as their confrontation escalated, each brimming with their own unwavering gazed .

"Domain?" Vincent's was surprised after hearing that term. Could it be that the person standing before him was a bonafide Rank S? His mind raced with the implications of such a formidable opponent, their power surpassing his own.

He had been warned by Evangeline about the danger of facing Rank S Supernaturals. These beings possessed not only immense power but also a level of intellect and mastery that allowed them to create their own domains—a feat far beyond the capabilities of mutated creatures that he had absorbed.

Though he had grown stronger over time, he understood that the ability to shape and control an entire realm required more than brute force and energy; it demanded a unique understanding and command over their own supernatural powers.

"No way! My luck can't be this terrible, running into a Rank S," he muttered under his breath, his tone laced with disbelief. The words rolled off his tongue in a mix of frustration and denial, as he struggled to wrap his head around the possibility .

But as if to proved him wrong.

A surge of energy surged through the air, sending shockwaves that made the world around him quiver. The very fabric of reality contorted and twisted, transforming the once tumultuous hall into a desolate realm trapped in an eternal black and gray. Every nook and cranny of the space was overrun by an endless army of statues, their petrified faces etched with haunting terror and indescribable anguish, as if capturing the very essence of those who had met their untimely end.

"I made a mistake. My luck sucks,"  he click his tongue in annoyance after he realized that the woman had unleashed her Domain , exerting control over the very fabric of reality. The severed connection to the outside world left him with a sinking feeling, trapped in this nightmarish domain with an opponent who held absolute dominion.

What's more unsettling was the fact that the statues seemed to watch him, their eyes hollow and haunting. It was a chilling reminder of the lives that had been lost, their spirits forever bound within the stone confines.

The woman scoffed, a wicked smile playing on her lips as she observed Vincent's predicament. 

"How dare you attack my property .You.... a mere werewolf? How amusing."

Vincent's eyes narrowed, his werewolf senses heightened as he prepared to face this formidable foe. He knew he had to use every ounce of his strength, every strategy at his disposal, to have a chance of survival. 

"I won't let her intimidate me," he growled, shifting his stance, ready to confront her directly. His confidence in his speed remained unwavering. 

The woman's amused smile stretched across her face, a twisted smirk that revealed her satisfaction with Vincent's defiance.

"Oh, how amusing," she taunted, her voice laced with a mix of mockery and superiority. "You actually think you can challenge me within the confines of my own domain?"

"I'm not afraid of you," he grumbled, his words infused with confidence .

"Brave words, little wolf," she sneered, her amusement rippling through her voice. "But your bravado won't save you from the power I wield in this place ."

As the woman unleashed her aura, a dense cloud of negative energy materialized, billowing around her in a swirling haze of deep purple smoke.

But it was not enough to intimidate Vincent. 

Without hesitation, he also unleashed his own aura, a surge of radiant blue light that seems to equal the woman's own purple aura in terms of intensity The battle between opposing forces intensified, their energies surging in a spectacular display of power. His heart pounded with trepidation knowing that this would be his hardest fight so far.

"Interesting," she remarked with a smile, her eyes gleaming with a mix of intrigue and curiosity. "He may not have reached the Rank S standard yet, but his raw energy is certainly not far off," she mused silently, contemplating the potential of her opponent.