Battle against a wolf (2)
The sky above roared in protest, clouds swirling as if drawn by the violent forces clashing below. The earth trembled beneath each exchange, the very land cracking under the sheer force of the two combatants.
Alex and the Thunder Wolf blurred through the battlefield, their movements too fast for the untrained eye to follow. Each time they clashed, a deafening boom erupted, sending shockwaves that tore apart the ground, uprooted trees, and sent massive boulders hurtling through the air like mere pebbles.
The wolf lunged, its maw glowing with crackling blue lightning.
Alex met its charge head-on, his silver katana colliding against its monstrous claws, sparks cascading in all directions. The impact split the ground beneath them, forming a deep crater. The aftershock rippled outward in waves, leveling everything in its path.
They broke apart for a mere instant—only to collide again.
A single exchange turned into a dozen, then a hundred, each strike sharper, faster, deadlier. Alex's blade cut through the wind like a storm while the wolf's claws and fangs moved with raw, primal power. Their battle reshaped the terrain, turning the once-dense forest into a ruined wasteland.
Even miles away, those within the Earth Clan strongholds could feel the quakes. Warriors gripping their weapons looked toward the horizon, their expressions filled with dread and awe.
The Earth Clan Head hovered just beyond Nyxara's black thunder barrier, his sharp gaze narrowing as he sensed the full extent of the battle. The sheer destructive force of this clash was something only two legend-rank beings should be capable of—but there was something different. Something...off.
Back on the battlefield, Alex skidded, his boots digging into the ground as he came to a halt. His grip tightened around his katana, its blade humming with power, and the two small bells on the hilt jingling eerily in the howling wind.
The Thunder Wolf stood tall, its breathing ragged, scorch marks and shallow cuts riddling its massive body. It growled, lowering its stance, and its crackling aura flared up again.
Alex exhaled slowly.
"Time to finish this."
A subtle shift in his stance—and the battlefield stilled.
The wolf's ears perked, instincts screaming danger.
Then—
"Thunder Control: Katana Form, First Art—Godspeed Slash."
A brilliant explosion of golden lightning.
The very air seemed to shatter as Alex vanished. No, not vanish—it became pure speed. A streak of blinding silver and golden lighting shot forward, warping through space.
The Thunder Wolf reacted instantly, its body twisting as its claws crackled with lightning, slashing blindly at the blur of motion.
But it was already too late.
A single, absolute slash.
For an instant, there was silence.
Then—
A deep, jagged wound bloomed across the Thunder Wolf's flank, blackened from sheer heat, its blood vaporizing before it even hit the ground.
The beast staggered, eyes wide, a guttural snarl of pain escaping its throat. It tried to move, but its body refused to respond.
A few meters away, Alex stood motionless, his katana still drawn in a finishing arc. The bells on his hilt jingled softly, the only sound in the destroyed battlefield.
He straightened, flipping his katana with a slow, deliberate motion, shaking off the residual electricity still crackling along its edge.
His golden eyes locked onto the Thunder Wolf's.
'I was aiming for the neck; it seems legend-rank entities are no joke.' Alex thought.
The wolf panted, its wounds deep—but its rage had only begun.
This battle was far from over yet.
….
The Thunder Wolf staggered, blood dripping from a deep wound across its flank, but the fire in its eyes burned brighter than ever. It let out a thunderous snarl, its massive frame tensing as mana surged through its veins, responding to its mounting fury.
Alex twirled his katana, flicking away the residual static crackling along its edge. His golden eyes remained calm, detached, and calculated as if the battle had yet to begin.
The ground trembled beneath them.
The Thunder Wolf reared its head back, its jaws parting as a deep howl rumbled from its throat—not words, but pure authority, a primal force that predated the birth of civilizations.
The sky answered.
A low, echoing boom rolled across the battlefield as the heavens darkened quickly. Thick clouds twist violently, writhing like living entities responding to the beast's command.
Then, lightning descended.
Not ordinary lightning—black lightning, wreathed in chaotic energy, streaked across the heavens like veins of corruption in the sky. Each arc of power was jagged, unstable, and far more violent than any natural storm. The very air warped under the sheer intensity of its presence.
Nyxara, still lying lazily in her massive form, snorted in amusement as she watched from a distance, maintaining her black thunder barrier. Though her body remained still, her glowing golden eyes twinkled with intrigue.
"So the mutt's resorting to its authority over chaos lightning?" she mused, her voice laced with amusement.
The first bolt struck.
A pillar of destruction crashed toward Alex, bending the space around it under the chaotic force. The impact sent a shockwave through the battlefield, turning the cracked earth into molten rock and carving a deep crater where he once stood.
But Alex was no longer there.
A streak of silver and black blurred through the battlefield, his movements too fast for the naked eye to follow. He weaved between the relentless downpour of chaotic lightning, each step executed with flawless precision, avoiding absolute destruction by mere inches.
BOOM. BOOM. BOOM.
One after another, the black bolts ravaged the land, obliterating hills and tearing apart the shattered terrain. Trees disintegrated into dust, the ground split open like a gaping wound, and the echoes of destruction traveled for miles. Even the human strongholds, located miles away, felt the vibrations, their structures trembling in response to the sheer magnitude of the battle.
Then—
A single misstep.
A bolt grazed Alex's side, and for the first time, his feet dragged slightly against the ground as a thin line of smoke curled from his jacket, the scent of burnt fabric mixing with the electrified air.
The Thunder Wolf grinned savagely.
"You can dodge, but you can't escape the heavens," it growled, its voice carrying the weight of an unshakable truth.
Alex finally stopped moving. He stood amidst the storm of destruction, the glow of black lightning illuminating his form in flickering flashes.
His expression never changed.
Instead, his free hand rose into the air.
The entire battlefield shifted when his fingers curled into a loose fist,
The chaotic lightning bolts halted mid-air.
The violent storms hesitated.
The Thunder Wolf's eyes narrowed, ears flattening as a sudden realization struck it.
Something far greater than its authority was taking hold.
Alex's golden eyes burned, and a faint smirk finally tugged at the corner of his lips.
"You call that authority over lightning?" he mused, his voice carrying a dangerous edge.
The air trembled.
And then—
The sky roared as an ocean of pure, crackling golden lightning erupted, responding to Alex's will. Unlike the chaotic bolts of the Thunder Wolf, this energy was refined, absolute, and far deadlier.
Alex let his katana fall to his side, the blade crackling with pure divine electricity.
"Let me show you what it means to have authority over thunder." Then he said a sentence that made the world bow to his will.
"Partial Domain, Emperor of lighting."