Alpha stood atop the ruins of the city, the wind whipping through his long black hair as dust swirled around him. His cold, gleaming eyes locked onto the second monster, who stood frozen—watching in stunned silence as his companion's head had burst like a rotten fruit beneath Alpha's fist, leaving only viscous sludge dripping onto the scorched earth.
Despite the shock that gripped the battlefield, the second monster forced its trembling body to still. Rage and fear warped its grotesque features as it spat out a mocking laugh:
*"Heh... That was... *unnecessarily* cruel. He was welcoming you, you know."*
Alpha didn't answer. Instead, a slow, icy smile curled his lips as he tilted his head.
*"Oh? Silence? Finally... something I like about you."*
He took a deliberate step forward, his voice dripping with venom.
*"I thought your kind were just ugly, screeching things—all threats and empty boasts about your pitiful strength. But you? You're the perfect picture of *silent* stupidity."*
Another step. Now he loomed directly over the creature, staring down at its twisted face with open disdain.
*"Nothing to say? Cat got your tongue? Or did your brain finally short-circuit after watching your friend *pop* like a blister?"*
Leaning in, he whispered with lethal amusement:
*"Don't worry. I'll make sure your death... hurts *far* more than his."*
Then he turned away, flicking his hand in a taunting gesture.
*"Come on then, you pathetic shadow. Show me something worth remembering."*
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The Dance of Destruction
The monster lunged—but Alpha was already moving.
His fist *caved* into its ribs with a wet crunch. Another blow shattered its collarbone. A third tore through its abdomen like wet parchment. Every strike carved craters into the monster's flesh, its body jerking like a broken puppet under Alpha's relentless assault.
*"You... wanted... a fight... *didn't you*?"* Alpha punctuated each word with a devastating hit—a fist to its chest, an elbow to its throat, a kick that launched it skyward. He *leaped* after it, grabbed its head mid-air, and *slammed* it into the ground hard enough to quake the ruins.
But the monster wasn't done.
With a guttural shriek, its body *twisted*—wounds stitching shut, bones snapping back into place. It retaliated in a frenzy, claws raking toward Alpha's throat, its massive frame driving him into the rubble.
Alpha smirked through the dust.
*"Boring. You're too *slow*."*
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The End of Time
Alpha closed his eyes.
For one heartbeat—the world *stopped*.
The fires froze mid-flicker. Debris hung suspended in air. Even the monster's snarl was trapped in silence.
Time itself obeyed him.
When Alpha opened his eyes again, they burned with silver fire. He strode through the frozen hellscape toward the first monster—its body still regenerating, now locked in stasis.
His hand plunged into its chest.
A *squeeze*.
The creature's body *collapsed* inward, flesh and bone compacting into a writhing meatball, screaming silently as it was crushed into oblivion.
Alpha didn't pause. He turned to the second monster—still mid-lunge, its face twisted in rage—and placed a hand on its skull.
*"Disappear."*
A flick of his wrist—
—and the monster *detonated* into black mist.
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The Vortex Claims Its Price
Time snapped back.
The shockwave tore through the ruins. Alpha dropped to his knees, his body *burning* from the effort, his breath ragged. Above him, the vortex still churned—hungry. Waiting.
*"Not... done yet?"* he muttered hoarsely.
Then—*chains*.
Ebony chains thicker than ancient oaks *surged* from the void, wrapping around Alpha's exhausted body. He struggled weakly, but his strength was spent.
*"Tch... *annoying*."*
The chains *yanked* him upward—into the waiting abyss.
The vortex sealed shut behind him with a *thunderclap* of finality.
Only the ruins remained.
And silence.