Alex's grin widened, an unsettling gleam in his eyes. "You're right. It does. But not how you think."
With that, Alex raised his hand, the last of his werewolves charging forward, their bodies shifting and snarling in anticipation. The battle wasn't over—it was only just beginning.
Alex stood at the center of the battlefield, his eyes cold and full of determination. He watched every move Marty made, but there was something different in his words—confidence and ruthlessness that he didn't try to hide. As the battle raged on, Alex began to speak, his voice deep and sharp, as though he was part of the game itself, part of the very thing he controlled.
"You know, I'm not like those who came before me," Alex said, looking directly at Marty, not distracted by the remaining werewolves still attacking. "I manipulated them all, even the one who was me before. Do you remember him? The guy who was the Alex before me? He was naïve. He thought it was just a game, that the consequences would be minimal, that nothing would really happen. But he was wrong. He didn't account for me."
Alex paused, as if savoring the moment, enjoying every word he spoke. "I knew exactly what he would do. I knew his plans, his attempts. But what he didn't realize is that I was always right there. I was watching him, knowing exactly what he would do, and I used every one of his mistakes against him."
He stepped forward, not attacking but continuing his monologue, his voice becoming colder. "All his attempts were in vain because I was always one step ahead. I understood how everything worked, how the system functioned. He was just a pawn, and I was the king on the chessboard. He was weak, but I was strong."
Alex paused again, seemingly enjoying the power he held in the moment. "And now you're here, understand? You're here because I allowed you to be. You were part of my plan, and you never even realized it. Your moves were predictable, just like all your previous ones. You are nothing but a tool, and now you will become part of this world, just like everyone else."
Marty didn't break his gaze, feeling the tension rising. Alex continued, "You never had a chance. You never understood the game like I do. All the chaos, all the fighting—it was all just to bring you to this moment."
Marty's grip tightened, his fury mounting. Alex reveled in his words, enjoying the manipulation, but now Marty knew that this game had gone too far. Alex wanted control, but it was time for someone to take it away from him.
The battle had reached a fever pitch, and the tension was palpable. The sky above crackled with energy, the remnants of the devastating battles earlier still echoing through the air. As the remaining werewolves surged toward Marty, their eyes burning with ferocity, he didn't flinch.
His stance was steady, his body brimming with power, and his focus sharpened. The world around him felt like it was slowing down as he tapped into his strength, his abilities coursing through him like an unstoppable force. He wasn't just reacting to the chaos—he was becoming a part of it.
Marty, his heart pounding in rhythm with the chaos, moved with the grace of a predator. The first werewolf lunged at him, claws bared, teeth gnashing. But before it could reach him, Marty's foot shot out, kicking the beast away with a sickening thud. The creature flew through the air, landing hard against the nearby ruins of a building, barely able to get up. The shockwave from his kick seemed to reverberate through the battlefield, knocking several more enemies off balance.
With the werewolf knocked aside, Marty immediately shifted his attention to the next one. He leaped into action, spinning and delivering a devastating roundhouse kick, knocking another werewolf off its feet and sending it sprawling into a wall. His body was a blur of motion, his attacks fluid and almost unnatural in their speed and precision. His every strike felt like it was in perfect harmony with the world around him, and he reveled in the chaos.
Each blow from Marty sent shockwaves through the ground beneath him. His character was more than just a fighter; he was a force of nature. His moves were efficient and ruthless, his strikes leaving craters in the ground as his enemies crumpled one after another.
But then, he saw Alex.
Alex stood a distance away, his cold gaze locked on Marty. His presence seemed to warp the air around him, his aura a dark, menacing force. He wasn't the same as the others. He wasn't a mere beast. He was a player—a calculated, dangerous entity who knew how to manipulate everything around him.
Marty's eyes narrowed. He had reached him.
The battle shifted from brutal skirmishes to a one-on-one showdown.
Marty moved with the precision of a trained fighter, his every step purposeful. The ground beneath him cracked as he closed the distance between himself and Alex. As he approached, the air around him seemed to ripple, charged with the energy of battle.
Alex, with a swift motion, extended his arms. A shield of black energy flickered into existence, blocking Marty's first punch. The force of the strike caused an explosion of sparks to fly off the shield. Alex, standing tall, smirked and cracked his knuckles, clearly prepared for the oncoming battle.
"You think you can beat me?" Alex sneered, his voice dripping with arrogance. "You're just another pawn in the game. Just like everyone else who's ever tried."
But Marty didn't hesitate. He dodged Alex's attack, rolling to the side and coming up with a powerful elbow strike aimed straight at his opponent's torso. Alex grunted, barely managing to parry the blow, and countered with a series of high-speed punches.
Marty blocked, feeling the immense power of each strike. His body moved almost instinctively, avoiding damage but not without effort. His reflexes were honed to perfection. Every punch Alex threw, every energy blast, Marty seemed to predict. It was as though the world around them was part of the game, the two locked in a battle that felt like a deadly RPG boss fight.
Alex, furious now, activated his own abilities. He summoned tendrils of dark energy from the ground, twisting and writhing like serpents. The tendrils lunged at Marty, seeking to constrict and bind him, but Marty was too fast. He leaped into the air, twisting mid-flight to avoid the tendrils, and slammed his fist down onto the ground with all his force, causing an explosion of dirt and debris. The impact shockwave sent the tendrils scattering, and Alex was left momentarily exposed.