Lunar Supremacy: The Original Alpha



Vincent's bold declaration left every werewolf in the vicinity questioning their own hearing.

"Show them how a real Alpha fights? Isn't he a vampire?"

Their skepticism hung heavy in the air, lingering as a veil of uncertainty, until suddenly, all doubts were shattered in an instant.

The atmosphere crackled with the unknown as his transformation commenced, like a primal force breaking free from its shackles. His once ordinary body grow bigger and more refined . Jet-black fur now took on a mesmerizing quality, gleaming with a dark sheen that seemed to consume the very essence of light. It created a chilling void, drawing all attention to the imposing figure that stood before them

Through the masking power of his artifact, his eyes blazed with an intense crimson color, a clear signal that he, too, held the mantle of an Alpha.

Towering over Lowell, Vincent's form appeared sculpted from the finest marble, sinewy muscles rippling with power. The metamorphosis held a certain ethereal allure, as if he had tapped into a realm where beauty and savagery danced hand in hand.

"I feel like I'm stronger now ... And my fur had also change?" Vincent was equally shocked to witness the changes in his own body. While the overall shape remained the same, his fur had acquired an unexpected glint, exuding a lustrous radiance.

Suddenly, a sensation surged within him, prompting him to instinctively gaze up at the crimson moon above.

"Could it be?" he murmured to himself, as a surge of strength coursed through his veins upon witnessing the celestial spectacle.

He realized that this moon served as the very core of Lowell's power, containing an immense reserve of moonlight energy that he had harnessed to develop his Domain. Ordinarily, the moon's influence would only empower Lowell himself, but Vincent, with his unique ability to absorb and assimilate various powers, found himself able to tap into that massive energy source.

"You... You're a werewolf!" Lowell grumbled, his gaze now firmly fixed upon Vincent's tall stature. An unmistakable sense of fear gripped him, as if his enemy transformation had stirred a primal dread deep within his being.

On the other hand, the other werewolves, instead of fear, felt a surge of admiration upon beholding Vincent's transformed state. A sense of pride welled up within them as they witnessed one of their own possessing such extraordinary power. It's natural for them to lean on someone stronger, especially if that someone shares the same supernatural race as them.

As Lowell observed the admiration radiating from the other werewolves, a realization dawned upon him. Should he be defeated by his enemy, he would be compelled to serve him with unwavering loyalty, bound by the unyielding rule of the pack.

It was an absolute loyalty that every werewolf of the pack was obligated to adhere to. The only means of escaping this bond was by surpassing the strength of the current Alpha, abandoning the pack which will lead to being severely weakened, or if an Alpha granted permission for a weaker Alpha to lead a smaller pack.

Those who managed to achieve such feats became known as either Sigmas or Omega.

Sigma are Betas who surpassed the Alpha but chose not to take on the leadership role within the pack. An Omega on the other hand was a werewolf who once become an Alpha then made the decision to abandon their pack altogether.

"Submit to me or die!" Vincent rumbled, seizing the opportunity presented before him. Determined to assert his leadership, he needed to demonstrate his capability to guide the pack.

Lowell, despite being taken aback, refused to succumb to fear, his pride preventing him from cowering. Instead, his blood surged with an intense anger, stirred by the challenge posed by Vincent.

"GRRRRRRRR!" With a mighty roar, Lowell unleashed his dominance, causing the entire Domain to tremble under his power. Determined not to be outmatched in terms of momentum, he prepared to go all out.

"GRRRRRRRRR!" Vincent responded with an equally fierce roar, emanating a chilling energy that enveloped the surrounding area, freezing everything in its wake. The stage was set for an intense clash between these formidable werewolves.

The spectators gasped in astonishment as Vincent unleashed his freezing ability.

"Is that his Domain?" their hushed whispers filled the air, tinged with ignorance about the intricacies of such supernatural phenomena. Their eyes widened, and their minds raced to make sense of the extraordinary display before them.

However, Lowell, with his keen understanding, knew that what Vincent had displayed was not yet his true Domain. Yet, despite this realization, a sense of threat coursed through his veins, as he sensed the sheer power radiating from his enemy. If his enemy was already this formidable without unleashing his Domain, Lowell couldn't help but wonder how powerful Vincent would become after unleashing it. It was a very scary thought.

The notion that Vincent might not possess a Domain didn't even cross his mind. It seemed like a foolish idea, given the overwhelming energy radiating from him. The sheer magnitude of his power was enough for anyone to assume that he possessed a Domain. 

"Let's end this !" 

SWOOOOOSH!

The two finally engaged in a fierce battle, with Lowell unleashing the full extent of his Domain's power. The crimson grass surrounding them surged forward, aiming to overwhelm Vincent with their relentless assault.

However, to Lowell's dismay, he soon realized that his Domain's power was severely weakened against Vincent's ice power. Each blade of grass that neared him was swiftly encased in ice, rendering it ineffective.

It became clear that this was no ordinary ice, but rather the essence of Erika's power, a formidable Rank SS vampire who was close to reaching the elusive Rank SSS. Lowell recognized that breaking free from this icy prison would be a daunting task indeed.

Unfazed by the ineffectiveness of his initial attack, Lowell swiftly dashed forward, closing the distance between him and Vincent. With unwavering confidence in his own strength and endurance within the domain, he prepared to engage in a brutal close-range battle.

CLANG!

CLANG!

In the midst of their clash, the two werewolves' claws locked in a fierce grip, each one vying for dominance. They exerted their full power, but Lowell soon came to the unsettling realization that he was at a disadvantage in terms of strength. While he attempted to draw energy from the red moon, he was unaware that his enemy was also absorbing its power, and in a much faster rate. It became apparent that Vincent had a greater affinity for harnessing the moon's light energy, granting him a significant advantage in their battle.

Lowell's fury would consume him if he ever discovered that the reason behind his overwhelming disadvantage lay within his own moon that he had developed and reinforced for countless years. The realization that his own abilities had led him to such a dire situation would be a bitter pill to swallow, enough to shatter his spirit.

"Surrender now and serve me!" Vincent roared, his voice echoing through the battlefield. Utilizing his height advantage to the fullest, he exerted his strength and icy power, gradually encasing Lowell's body in freezing temperatures. The chilling frost slowly immobilized his body, making it increasingly difficult for him to continue the fight.

But despite the dire situation, Lowell, a true Rank S werewolf, had not exhausted all of his resources. Suddenly, his fur transformed into sharp, needle-like protrusions that pierced through Vincent's defenses. 

Unfortunately, his attack proved futile as Vincent swiftly encased himself in an impenetrable shield of ice to block the piercing red grass. Despite Lowell's strength, it became evident that Vincent's ability perfectly countered him. It was a deeply unfavorable matchup for the aged wolf, leaving him at a significant disadvantage.

"I'll give you one final opportunity: surrender now," Vincent whispered, his voice laced with an icy resolve. This time, he unleashed his full power, and the freezing ice had rapidly encased Lowell's hands and arms.

Vincent now possessed the literal ability to tear Lowell's arms apart if he so desired.