"Are you sure?"
His aura erupted.
HUMMMMM!!!!
|Law of Infinite Wants|
A mirror-domain snapped into existence around them with reality reflecting infinitely—every drop of blood, every spark of lightning, every breath and desire duplicated a billion times over.
Time fractured inside the mirrors.
Fire burned through reflections.
Space collapsed into recursive loops.
The elder's desires... his pride, dominance, and need for victory reflected back endlessly—one hunger became infinite, turning against him in silent, beautiful chaos.
The wolf's eyes widened.
As the real fight had just begun.
Ash's mirror-domain pulsed with infinite reflections, Law of Infinite Wants turning the elder's own desires into a prison.
Pride became a billionfold arrogance, dominance a recursive nightmare, victory a hollow echo that devoured him from within. Time fractured, fire burned through mirrored loops, space collapsed into chaos.
Ash grinned through bloodied lips.
|Crimson Paradox Veil (Paragon)|
A shroud of blood-mist and illusory rose-pink flames wrapped the battlefield, warping reality around the elder. Paradoxes took hold—his wounds aged forward, fur graying to ash, muscles withering, while his injuries reversed into endless agony that never healed.
His body remained a flawless silver-black statue with muscles rippling, fur gleaming, but beneath, his soul crumbled, with decay eating at his essence in silent beauty.
The elder roared, a sound lost in the infinite mirrors.
ZAP!
He fought back with desperate fury, claws slashing, lightning arcing through the veil, but the paradox turned each strike into self-inflicted torment, aging his own flesh further.
He activated his final and most impressive Calamity Law.
|Celestial Thunder Apocalypse|
HUMMMM!
BOOOOOM!!!!!!
A black-hole vortex of lightning formed above him, sucking in mana and light, then unleashed a beam that could erase continents in a heartbeat, tearing through the domain.
But the mirrors reflected it infinitely.
The beam fractured into a billion beams, each returning to strike the elder from every angle. His own attack burned his fur black, shattered his claws, and forced him to his knees as the paradox veil drained his resistance.
Ash pressed the beatdown.
|Nosferatu Eternal Thirst (Paragon)|
He bit the air, insatiable hunger reaching across the domain.
The elder's spilled blood, his mana, his very essence poured into Ash—converted into raw beauty that mended his wounds, power that swelled his aura. Lust-fire ignited in the wolf's veins, a craving for destruction pulling him closer like a moth to a flame.
The elder staggered, eyes wild, clawing at his own chest as the desire turned inward.
"No… I won't—!" His voice broke as he lunged, lightning claws striking—CRACK!—only to age even more.
Ash circled like a predator, Sword Aura domain manifesting around his blade—stellar arcs crushing the air, nebulae swirling with star-weight pressure.
SHWOOOSH!
He swung, the arc slamming into the elder's side, ribs cracking, the wolf howling as the paradox aged the damage forward again and again.
The elder fought back, summoning shadow-beasts from his Laws—BOOM!—but Ash's Law of Fire burned them to ash, Law of Blood freezing their essence to fuel even more paradoxes.
Blood dripped from the elder's maw, fur falling in clumps, body a flawless shell hiding a crumbling soul.
Ash loomed closer, wings spreading wide.
|Whispering Apocalypse Fists|
He channeled it into his sword.
The blade transformed—silent, infinite unmaking. 500 layered darkness voids erupted with one swing, blood-illusions replicating the entire combat sequence across timelines within the galaxy.
SHK!!!!!
The elder's body unraveled.
500 trillion simultaneous impacts struck—each a perfect echo of every blow, every dodge, every Law. His blood turned to eternal illusory chains, binding soul and Laws, pulling them apart thread by thread.
He dropped to his knees, eyes wide, lightning fading.
Then he fell—Eighth Calamity aura dissolving into nothing, massive frame crumbling to ash and shadow that scattered on the wind.
The valley around Ash fell silent.
Ash stood over the remains, sword fading away, wings mending from their tattered state yet still held high with pride.
Blood streaked his bronze skin, but his grin was victorious.
A statement carved in the elder's dust.
The strongest had fallen to a Third Calamity "brat."
He turned his attention to all those who came along with the elder. The Ironfang pack: thousands of wolf demi-humans in silver-black fur armor, claws glinting, eyes wide with shock at their fallen leader.
His blood-drop eyes flashed with hunger. It was raw and ancient, Nosferatu thirst twisting into something beautiful and terrible, rose-pink light bleeding from his irises.
Then with his mana sense stretched out over the small area of fifty kilometers of valley chaos, every heartbeat, every panicked breath mapped in his mind like stars in his cosmos.
He disappeared using his Law of Space.
Reality folded like paper, and he reappeared in the heart of the pack.
His white-rose sword materialized in a flash of starlight, nebulae arcs swirling around the blade, with pressure heavy as collapsing worlds.
The wolves reacted instantly with a Third Calamity at the strongest, claws surging with lightning and strength, auras exploding in desperate roars.
But Ash was already moving.
SHWOOSH! SHK! SHK!
His first swing cleaved through twenty wolves in one arc, stellar weight crushing armor like tin, bodies vaporizing into ash and blood-mist.
BOOM! CRACK!
He vanished again, reappearing behind a Second Calamity group—claws raked empty air as his blade descended, Paradox Law turning their strikes into illusions that slashed their own packmates.
Hundreds fell in seconds with fists and blades silent under his Law of Silence, blood freezing mid-spray with Law of Blood.
A Third Calamity elder wolf roared, activating a talent.
|Thunderfang Swarm|
Claws multiplying into a storm of lightning.
ZAP! ZAP!
Ash met it with Law of Fire, rose-pink flames burning the swarm to cinders, then countered with Crimson Paradox Veil—shroud warping the wolf's wounds into endless agony while his body remained flawless.
The wolf howled but it was silent and futile, collapsing as his soul crumbled.
Thousands surged, but Ash was a whirlwind of unmaking.
SHK! BOOM! CRACK!
Law of Time slowed pockets of them to statues—easy slashes beheading dozens.
Law of Gravity crushed groups to the ground, bones snapping under star-weight.
Some activated life-saving artifacts, glowing amulets, rune-tokens—FLASH! FLASH!—teleporting away in bursts of spatial light, vanishing to safety across worlds.
But most had no such luck.
SHWOOSH! THUD! THUD!
Ash's blade drank their blood, Nosferatu Eternal Thirst pulling essence from the fallen to heal his minor scratches.
A final Second Calamity wolf lunged, but Ash's Paradox turned it backward, the wolf impaling himself on his own claws.
The last body fell.
Ash stood amid the carnage with thousands slain, valley floor painted red, air thick with the iron scent of blood and ozone.
His sword vanished.
He shrugged, wings rustling.
"Oh, how I've missed this..." he said with a bloody grin, brushing his long white hair away from his face.