Gary had always known that his most devastating combination lay in the marriage of his highest-tier skills, but the issue was, and always had been, the crippling downsides attached to them.
The Dragon Ash Lycan form was a double-edged sword of the highest order. It was a transformation that granted him the power of Harvor’s Altered Dragon form, but it only lasted for a single, frantic minute. Once those sixty seconds ticked away, the backlash was absolute; he would be stripped of his ability to use any Werewolf form to fight, and his internal energy reserves would be left completely hollowed out.
If he didn't secure a decisive victory within that sixty-second window, he would be a sitting duck. However, he knew that as long as the form was active, his body could move with a fluid, lethal grace that transcended anything he had felt before.
Unzoku was undeniably stronger than the last ti Gary had faced him in this state, but Gary wasn't just relying on his evolution this ti. He had a new, terrifying weapon in hand: the Warhamr.
With its active skill engaged, the hamr didn't just siphon the energy of those in his pack, it infused that collective strength directly into Gary’s own muscular fra. The power wasn't just glowing within the weapon; it was coursing through his very blood. The cost, however, was high. The energy being siphoned would leave every single one of his pack mbers in a state of total exhaustion. This was the grim reality behind why he had ordered Xin to ensure as many Howlers as possible had retreated from the imdiate blast zone.
The power of the hamr alone had previously been enough to give Gary a fighting chance even when he couldn't transform into a werewolf. To see it now, combined with the raw, draconic fury of the Dragon Ash Lycan form, created a synergy of unimaginable, world-ending power. Gary focused all of that energy into a single, burning directive: Unzoku had to be erased.
Gary’s body was finishing its tamorphosis. The Dragon form felt less like a separate entity and more like a violent evolution of his Shadow Ash Lycan state. His fur remained a deep, abyssal black, but two massive wings had erupted from his shoulder blades, tearing through the air. They were covered in dark fur but edged with a shimring, golden halo of light.
The veins that usually throbbed with a molten orange hue were now glowing with a pure, incandescent gold that pulsed under his skin. For anyone standing close enough to see the details through the blinding light, they would notice a transformation in his skin texture; across his abdominal area, his jawline, and his forearms, a fine, scale-like armor had begun to spread, as hard as diamond and as ancient as the dragons themselves.
In one hand, he gripped the warhamr. A swirling vortex of green energy coiled around the weapon's head like a trapped erald storm, but Gary pushed further. He willed that green pack-energy to mix and intertwine with his own golden draconic aura. The two forces spiraled together, creating a pulsating, rhythmic hum that vibrated through the very foundation of the the park. Gary wasn't even touching the ground anymore; the sheer pressure of the energy radiating from his feet had pulverized the concrete beneath him, leaving him floating in a localized gravity well of pure power.
“Ah! What is this madness!” Unzoku roared, his voice cracking with a fear he hadn't felt in centuries. He gathered the remnants of his red aura into both hands and flung them forward with a desperate snarl.
Giant claws of red energy ripped through the air, tearing apart the surrounding rubble as they raced toward Gary. In response, Gary simply wrapped his massive, golden-edged wings around his front like a shield before snapping them open with an explosive force. The shockwave from the movent t the red mist and shattered it on the spot, the progenitor’s attack dissolving into harmless vapor.
Unzoku didn't waste a second. Though he was shocked to his core, he remained in deep disbelief. He had spent years gathering energy; he had consud countless Gluttons to reach this peak of existence. In his mind, it was fundantally impossible for a "mortal" werewolf to be stronger than him.
Unzoku leapt through the air, but Gary simply opened his maw. A massive, concentrated beam of golden energy exploded from his throat, hitting Unzoku square in the chest. The force of the beam lifted him high into the night sky, pinning him against the clouds as the energy continued to pour out. The entire the park was lit up like a beacon had been fired into the atmosphere, visible for miles around.
“Damn...” Innu whispered, shielding his eyes as he looked up from the rooftops.
Lupus, standing nearby, felt a strange, rhythmic thumping in his own chest. His heart was resonating with the frequency of Gary’s new power, a primal connection that defied logic.
‘It’s the sa...’ Lupus thought, his eyes wide. ‘Sohow, it looks like both of us might have sothing similar about these forms of ours..’
The golden beam continued to spear into the sky, the brilliance so intense that Unzoku’s body was almost entirely obscured by the light. Gary could feel the hamr funneling more and more strength into the attack, feeding off the pack's resolve to give him the edge he needed.
‘This is not enough... this is not enough!’ Gary scread internally, his eyes glowing like stars. ‘I need to make sure Unzoku is dead. I need to make sure there isn't a single cell left of him to regenerate. He can never co back.’
What no one realized was that, watching from a safe, hidden distance, a solitary figure was witnessing the entire cataclysmic event. She held a large, ornate staff in her hand, her expression one of deep concern.
‘That power... I knew he had managed to obtain the essence of the Dragons, but to successfully fuse it with his own Alpha core... it’s terrifyingly powerful,’ the woman thought, her grip tightening on her staff. ‘But this isn't good at all. An energy output of this magnitude, especially one with a draconic signature... there is a high chance it will attract them.’
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