Lunar Supremacy: The Original Alpha



Lowell's transformation had reached its pinnacle, rendering him akin to a werewolf encased in a suit of crimson spiky metallic fur. His once soft fur now concealed behind the hardened visage, his entire body exuding an aura of impenetrable strength.

The metallic sheen of his crimson fur added an air of invincibility, as if he were forged from the very essence of strength itself. 

"Kill him , Supreme leader!"

"Show him the might of the Redfang" 

"Beat the crap out of him!"

The werewolves erupted into ecstatic cheers and applause as they bore witness to the transformation of their Supreme Leader. Hearing their Supreme Leader power from humors and seeing it personally was a totally different experience. 

To see their leader in such a formidable state, radiating power and dominance, instilled in them a renewed sense of loyalty and pride. In that moment, their faith in the Red Fang and their unwavering allegiance to Lowell soared to new heights.

The vampires on the other hand watched with apprehension and unease as Lowell's transformation unfolded. They could feel the surge of power emanating from him, growing stronger with each passing moment. Vincent, too, couldn't help but acknowledge the magnitude of Lowell's strength. He had anticipated the activation of a domain, but the old man had chosen a different path, relying on his own raw power and pride.

"Still holding back, I see," Vincent remarked, his voice tinged with amusement. He couldn't help but shake his head at Lowell's stubbornness, reminiscent of an alpha refusing to reveal his full power. The old man certainly had a pretty big pride.

"But I can play that game too," Vincent chuckled, a confident edge creeping into his voice. Without hesitation, he unleashed his overwhelming energy, a torrent of power surging from within him. The energy manifested as swirling, ethereal blue liquid, enshrouding his body in a luminous aura. The concentration and intensity of his power were not to be taken lightly.

Upon closer inspection, it became apparent that Vincent's aura surpassed even Lowell's in sheer capacity.

"Now, it's my turn to attack ," Vincent  declared.

SWOOOOSH!

In a flash, he propelled himself forward with an unfathomable speed, leaving the spectators breathless in awe. The sheer velocity of his movement was beyond their comprehension, blurring the lines of perception. Gasps of astonishment escaped their lips, as they struggled to process the astounding swiftness with which he traversed the battleground.

"Let see if you can take this punch "  In a simple motion, he raised his clenched fist, ready to deliver a devastating punch.

"Not good!" Lowell exclaimed internally . Despite his heightened senses, he had barely managed to register the impending danger, leaving him with precious little time to react. Desperation surged within him as he instinctively raised his arms and strengthened his body in a last-ditch effort to defend.

BOOM! The impact of Vincent's punch reverberated through the air, unleashing a shockwave of immense power. Lowell was sent hurtling backward, his body flung a hundred meters away. The force of the blow was so immense that unfortunate werewolves caught in Lowell's path met an instantaneous death, their bodies crumpling under the sheer force of the impact.

A collective hush fell upon the scene, causing everyone to momentarily freeze in their tracks. All eyes were drawn to the once solid structure now reduced to a heap of rubble, a testament to the raw power unleashed by their enemy. 

"GRRRRRRR!" Lowell roared in anger as he slowly stabilized his footing, his voice reverberating through the air. Despite the cracks that marred his once metallic body, it was evident that the blow Vincent delivered hadn't dealt a fatal damaged. Lowell's resilience was commendable, and his determination to continue the fight burned fiercely in his eyes.

"This guy is the real deal," Vincent muttered to himself. The force behind his punch had been immense, carrying nearly 80% of his full strength, yet it hadn't been enough to break through Lowell's formidable armor completely. 

"Let's see if you can withstand more of my attacks," Vincent challenged, a glint of excitement in his eyes. He knew that he had to push himself further, to tap into his true potential.

SWOOOOOSH!

As if a bolt of lightning, Vincent darted forward with breathtaking speed. The ground trembled beneath his feet as he closed the distance in the blink of an eye. It was a display of sheer velocity that surpassed even the swiftest werewolf.

Lowell's crimson eyes widened in surprise, realizing that he had underestimated Vincent's true capabilities. The masked man was not just a formidable opponent; he was a force to be reckoned with.

BAM!

BAM!

BAM!

Vincent's movements became a blur as he unleashed a flurry of punches, each one laced with the power of to kill a normal werewolf . His attacks were precise, targeting the vulnerabilities in Lowell's defense with scary accuracy. The clash of their energies created shockwaves that rippled through the air, causing the spectators to hold their breath in anticipation.

BAAAAM! BAAAAM! BAAAAM!

Another series of blows landed with incredible precision and force, each strike sending shockwaves through Lowell's body. Try as he might, he couldn't keep up with Vincent's lightning-fast movements. The once mighty Alpha found himself on the receiving end of an onslaught, his defenses crumbling under the relentless assault. His own attempts to counterattack were futile, as his enemy effortlessly dodged and evaded his every move.

Blow after blow, Lowell's once formidable armor started to crack and shatter, revealing the vulnerable flesh beneath. The air was filled with the sound of impact and the scent of blood, as the battle raged on.

Despite the odds stacked against him, Lowell refused to back down. His resilience and stamina  were admirable, but it was clear that Vincent had the upper hand.

"GRRRRR!" Another thunderous roar erupted from Lowell, shaking the very foundation of the place. His body pulsed with an overwhelming surge of power, and an aura of immense strength enveloped him.

In an instant, the surroundings transformed, as if they had been transported to another realm. The once abandoned Industrial place dissolved, replaced by an ethereal landscape of red-hued grass stretching as far as the eye could see. 

Looking above , the crimson moon hung in the sky, casting an eerie glow over the altered reality. The atmosphere crackled with an intense energy, causing the air to feel heavy . The werewolves and vampires who witnessed this phenomenon could feel the power radiating from Lowell's Domain. It was both awe-inspiring and unsettling, for they knew that within this place, he held absolute control.

"So you're finally going all out,"