Lunar Supremacy: The Original Alpha



"Let see what you got " A sly grin adorned the woman's face, her eyes sparkling with an air of superiority. 

With a flick of her wrist, the statues that surrounded them seemed to come to life, their stone forms cracking and shifting. Each figure moved in an unsettlingly fluid manner, their unblinking gazes fixed solely upon Vincent, as if eagerly anticipating the woman's command. 

Vincent's eyebrows arched in astonishment as he surveyed the newfound power pulsating within the ranks of the humanoid statues. It was a power that surpassed what he had encountered before, its concentration magnified fourfold. 

The woman, still smiling, spoke with an air of confidence.

"Impressive, isn't it? I have spent over a thousand years enhancing the strength of these statues. They are now at their peak form, ready to serve their purpose."  she taunted, her voice laced with a boasting undertone.

Vincent's silence spoke volumes, his unwavering gaze fixed upon the woman standing before him. He saw through her words, recognizing her blatant attempt to undermine his resolve, to plant seeds of uncertainty in the fertile soil of his mind. Yet, he remained steadfast, refusing to succumb to the insidious web she sought to weave.

His plan was clear in his mind. If he could defeat the woman who commanded the statues, their animated existence would cease, returning them to lifeless stone.  It was a gamble, a high-stakes game of power and skill, where the outcome held the potential to shatter the very foundation of her dominion or his death.

With a strong resolve burning within him, he prepared to plunge headfirst into the fight guided by his confidence with his speed. 

"Awoooooooooo" With a resounding howl that pierced through the air, he signaled the start of the battle. His first step reverberated with the thunderous impact, propelling him into the heart of the battle, where hesitation held no meaning. 

His transformation into his werewolf form had granted him enhanced physical attributes, compensating for the significance decrease in speed compared to his humanoid form. But in this state, he could maneuver with remarkable agility, especially in the treacherous and uneven terrain that surrounded him.

Without hesitation, he further increased his speed, propelling himself forward like a blur. His muscles rippled with raw power as he accelerated, pushing himself to his limits. The wind whistled past his ears as he reached an astonishing speed of 160 miles per hour, leaving a trail of dust and debris in his wake.

"Kill that intruder !" The woman's words dripped with disdain as she nonchalantly flicked her wrist, a command that set the statues into motion. In a stunning display of newfound agility, the stone figures surged forward, their movements swift and fluid, surpassing all previous expectations.

As the statues attempted to impede his path, Vincent met their resistance head-on with his raw power. With each obstruction, he unleashed a display of strength, his muscles bulging with incredible force. The statues, despite their increased toughness, were no match for the sheer impacted of his attacked.

SLASH!

SLASH!

SLASH

SLASH!

With a resounding slash, the force of his attack reverberated through the air, cutting through the statues with unyielding precision. The impact unleashed a wave of destructive energy, sending the towering stone figures hurtling through the battlefield. 

Brute force became Vincent's ally as he plowed through them with his attacked. Stone cracked and shattered beneath the might of his blows. His claws tore through their fortified exteriors, reducing them to mere fragments with each strike.

Yet, to his dismay, their numbers showed no signs of diminishing. Instead, they seemed to multiply, spawning with an alarming swiftness that defied logic. It was as if this realm possessed an infinite wellspring from which these relentless statues could draw upon, overwhelming him with their unlimited numbers.

His realization struck him like a bolt of lightning. The woman's intentions became clear—she intended to exhaust him to the point of death. As the absolute ruler of this domain, she held the power to summon an endless horde of statues against him. It was a relentless onslaught that seemed designed to test his stamina and wear him down.

"Fuck!" Vincent's frustration erupted in a loud curse, the intensity of his emotions reverberating through the air. 

"Don't think! Just charge headfirst and bring an end to that woman," he muttered to himself, the words an affirmation of his unwavering commitment.  In that moment, he cast aside the doubts that threatened to consume him, relinquishing the negative thoughts that weighed upon his mind. 

Creak!

Creak!

Creak!

The statues continued to surge forward, their numbers seemingly endless. Vincent could feel the strain of the battle taking its toll on his body and mind. Fatigue threatened to set in, but he refused to succumb to it. He knew that giving in to exhaustion would only lead to his downfall.

On top of the giant woman's statue .

"Amazing! Where does he get so much energy?" The woman's eyes gleamed with a mix of astonishment and amusement as she observed Vincent's relentless display of energy. A sense of admiration intertwined with her curiosity, marveling at the source from which he drew such boundless power.

It was a rarity to witness someone who had not yet unlocked their domain possess such immense reservoirs of energy. While she herself boasted a considerable surplus of energy, it was primarily due to her presence within her own domain, a place where she had accumulated and stored her potent reserves for countless years.

"Let's see how far you can truly go," the woman taunted with a wicked smile, a glimmer of anticipation dancing in her eyes. With a surge of her unleashed power, another wave of statues materialized before her, each towering at an impressive height of around eight feet. Upon closer inspection, their appearance mirrored that of medieval roman soldiers, their stony features adorned with intricate armor and weaponry.

In an instant, her domain transformed into a scene reminiscent of a long-forgotten era, as the imposing figures stood tall, their stoic expressions seemingly carved in time.

But Vincent had reached a point where he no longer cared about anything she threw his way.  Undeterred by the formidable presence of the towering statues, he pressed on with unwavering determination, his relentless advance inching him ever closer to the woman. Ignoring the weight of the situation, he embraced the surge of power coursing through his veins, his eyes ablaze with an untamed ferocity. The obstacles before him held no sway over his unwavering focus. 

What unfolded next caught the woman completely off guard, leaving her utterly bewildered. 

With each step, Vincent's aura intensified, his very being radiating with an indomitable resolve that show his unstoppable march toward her. Her calculating smile wavered ever so slightly as she glimpsed the unyielding determination etched upon Vincent's werewolf face, an omen of the storm that was about to be unleashed.

"Could it be that he's getting stronger?" she whispered to herself, her voice finally trembling with concern.

"I admit that you're far stronger than I anticipated " She muttered under her breath. She had initially expected a mundane and predictable battle, but her enemy had continuously defied her expectations, proving her wrong time and time again.

Her previous assessment had been incomplete, for there was something far more profound at play. It was not merely a surplus of energy that fueled Vincent's ascent; it was a transformative process unfolding before her very eyes. She could sense the dormant power radiating from his core, growing with each passing moment, as if the threat of death in this battle was finally awakening something inside him.

"How can a werewolf attain such incredible strength?" she exclaimed, her astonishment interlaced with a trace of disbelief. Then, like a forgotten memory resurfacing from the depths of her mind, a realization struck her. There was someone from her past, a legendary werewolf who had transcended the limitations of other supernatural beings.

"That's impossible," she uttered with a mixture of denial and apprehension, her voice tinged with a touch of doubt "He's already dead... and this man's eyes are blue."

"AWOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" Vincent's roar jolted her senses.  However, what transpired next was enough to weaken her knees to the very core.

The woman's world seemed to tilt on its axis as the unexpected unfolded before her very eyes. The mask that had concealed Vincent's gaze could no longer hold it, unable to contain the surging power within him any longer.

In a breathtaking transformation, his body expanded, every muscle becoming taut and defined, exuding an aura of primal strength. The once imposing figure now stood even taller, his physique taking on a lean, formidable grace.

And then, as if a dormant force had been ignited, his eyes glowed in a radiant golden hue. The luminous orbs held the essence of a true original alpha, ablaze with the untamed fire of a legendary werewolf.

"Fe.....Fenrir?" Her trembling form sank to the ground, her eyes wide with disbelief. Memories long buried surged to the forefront of her consciousness, flooding her mind with a torrent of emotions.