Episode 4 – Scene 3: First Contact – Ghost Strike

Location: Clearing in the Forest of Macabre

The first Wolf lunged.

— William (with a carnivorous grin, his animal instincts fully awake): "You've chosen the wrong opponent."

He spun on a single foot, his body reacting with inhuman speed, and his elbow shot out, cutting through the air with deadly precision.

CRACK.

The impact was devastating. The beast, thrown backward, crashed to the ground with a muffled cry, unable to rise immediately.

KO technique.

William hadn't even drawn his daggers. Just a perfect strike, with flawless mastery.

Iris emitted an alert.

— Iris: "DNA contact established. Evolutionary analysis in progress..."

His eyes widened slightly as a flood of data appeared before him.

— "Genetic potential detected."

— "Latent evolution: 87%."

— "Adaptive capacity: Unknown."

William let out a small smile.

— "You're not just wolves... you're monsters in the making."

He cracked his knuckles, adjusting his posture with an unsettling fluidity.

— Iris (analytical): "Master, nexus compatibility: 100%."

— William (amused, eyeing the pack): "Still, you're only reacting by instinct. Alright. Iris, let's move to the next stage."

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The Fall of the Hunters

The second wolf, seizing an opening, leaped with perfect timing.

But this time, William didn't dodge.

He grabbed the wolf's paw mid-air, using its own momentum against it.

A simple pivot, and the animal slammed violently onto its back, completely disoriented.

One down.

Three more wolves pounced on him in a synchronized charge.

Quick and ferocious, they attacked with pure rage, circling him to find a weakness. One aimed for the throat and heart, another for the legs and belly.

William activated his time stop power.

Two seconds.

The world around the wolves froze. Time slowed as William slid out of their range, like a shadow.

The next moment, the two wolves collided brutally, their claws meeting with a sharp snap.

Two down.

The last one tried a low strike, aiming for William's legs to destabilize him.

With a fluid movement, he jumped back, performing an aerial somersault before landing with feline agility.

He extended his hand. A surge of sand and stones erupted from the ground, twisting and coiling around the wolf like an unyielding constriction.

The creature stiffened, its muscles tensed in a desperate struggle, but it could no longer move.

The sound of a bone snapping echoed through the forest, pure and grim.

The wolf's form collapsed to the ground, motionless.

Five neutralized.

William wiped his brow, his piercing gaze fixed on the remaining pack.

— "Is that all?" he asked with a provocative smile.

The wolves, terrified, slowly backed away, their eyes filled with silent dread. Their instincts screamed that this opponent was unlike any they'd encountered.

A wave of energy surged around William as translucent tendrils appeared, coiling around the fallen wolves.

Their growls died out, consumed by this entity stronger than them.

William extended a hand towards the injured, releasing a bluish light.

The wolves, in front of the disbelieving pack, began to heal slowly, almost magically.

It was a clear message: he wasn't their executioner. He was... different.

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The Alpha

That's when she moved.

The Alpha, emerging from the shadows like a fluid silhouette, stepped forward slowly. Her golden eyes gleamed in the darkness, immediately capturing William's attention. She had observed, analyzed, and now knew that this man was not just an intruder, but a predator worthy of her.

She sent a thrill of anticipation through the air.

William crossed his arms, a calm smile barely touching his lips as he watched her approach.

— "I knew you'd show yourself eventually."

She didn't answer. Not yet. The Pack Leader lifted her head and, with a howl that vibrated down to the earth's core, a wave of power spread around her, a primal cry that shook the air.

— Pack Leader (howling, an energy wave): "This one is different. Let me handle him."

The remaining wolves, silent and motionless, watched. Their gaze burned with savage fervor, but also with instinctive respect.

— Grey Wolf (responding with another howl): "Mistress, you know this will be your last battle."

A murmur passed through the pack, but the Pack Leader, without turning, answered in a cold, calm, unyielding voice.

— Pack Leader: "It doesn't matter. Tonight, I will decide."

She moved forward, each step measured. Her claws traced invisible lines in the air, her body tense like a rope ready to snap. The wolves knelt silently, their heads lowered. They knew, but they waited. The outcome was near, and they watched with almost religious anticipation.

William felt a vibrating tension, a fierce power growing around the Alpha. An animal aura, but also supernatural, almost divine. Every movement of the beast betrayed perfect mastery, an inclination to dominate.

The ring on her finger glowed, reacting to her power.

William concentrated. A lightning bolt flashed through his mind.

And everything around him froze in an instant of pure focus.

The next moment, time seemed suspended. The forest, the wind, the sounds of nature all suddenly extinguished.

The Alpha, relentless, continued her charge.

— William (calm, his sharp gaze, a barely-there smile): "Alright, my beautiful. Show me how you dance."

A shiver ran through the forest. The air vibrated, heavy with mystery, suspended in anticipation of an imminent cataclysm. Even the forest seemed to hold its breath.