"It’s... It’s over."
The words, filled with disbelief, echoed through the room where the remaining conscious Galaxy-Ranked Awakeners sat.
Before them, the footage confirmed it:
A total of six Alphanomalous Supernaturals had been killed in a battle of absolute domination, while the remaining six had fled in fear.
The cameras they had in the cities revealed even greater carnage, entire cities flooded completely in blood that belonged only to the Supernaturals.
Not a single scream echoed through the surveillance feeds anymore.
The streets that had once been overrun by monsters now lay eerily still, their crimson rivers reflecting abandoned buildings and broken roads instead of terrified Human faces desperately searching for somewhere to hide.
No one inside the room celebrated, for the scene before them was simply too overwhelming for cheers.
"He...He really pulled it off."
The whisper came from Ultimate Err himself, who sat staring blankly at the footage before him.
For years, he had planned and planned, formed associations with Awakeners, carried out countless research, and led various ruin explorations.
He had watched countless lives be lost and had devoted everything he had to a single purpose: eradicating the Supernaturals and allowing Humanity to reclaim Earth from its invaders.
White Sinclaw had been one such special project. While he had never once looked down on the boy and had recognized his terrifying potential from the very beginning, White had never been made to be Humanity’s ultimate trump card.
It was never him that Ultimate Err believed would one day become the project that ultimately fulfilled his sole reason for living.
Yet...It had happened.
The Supernaturals were being eradicated by an army under White’s command, while the Alphanomalous Creatures, the single greatest obstacle to Humanity’s freedom, had been laid to waste, with the survivors abandoning their own race and fleeing instead.
Ultimate Err lowered his head, and countless names surfaced within his mind.
His past comrades who had died during ruin explorations; children he had watched awaken, only to become food for creatures stronger than themselves; researchers who had sacrificed their lives pursuing answers that would never bear fruit; entire Awakener teams that had vanished without even leaving bodies behind.
Every one of them had believed Humanity still possessed a future worth fighting for, and today...that belief had finally become reality.
The dream they had entrusted to the next generation had finally been fulfilled.
RIIIIIIIIPPLE!
A sudden ripple of aura, followed by the hurried sound of feet backing away, drew Ultimate Err from his reverie.
He raised his head, and standing there was him, White Sinclaw.
One moment, the space before them had been empty. The next, he was standing within the room as though he had always been there, not a single person having sensed his arrival.
The pressure accompanying his appearance wasn’t violent, nor did it explode outward in overwhelming waves. It simply existed.
Yet that alone was enough to make every instinct within the Galaxy Ranked Awakeners scream at them to flee.
Their bodies stiffened, their breathing grew uneven, and even maintaining eye contact with the black-robed figure became an almost impossible task.
They had all witnessed the battle through the cameras, and seeing him in person was incomparably more terrifying, even though his features were once more hidden beneath his familiar black robe.
White slowly looked around the room, his eyes faintly grazing past the Galaxy Ranked Awakeners huddled together at the far end.
The horror in their eyes was unmistakable, and a second later, around seven of them collapsed unconscious, unable to bear his presence any longer.
The sight made White unsure how to feel, but as his gaze shifted toward the center of the room, there was still one silhouette seated at the table.
Ultimate Commander Err.
The only one who wasn’t quivering, merely frozen in place.
White stepped forward him and the Commander rose to his feet.
"First,"
He said before anything else could be spoken.
"Tell me, Ultimate Err. Should I kill this one, or spare her?"
As the question left his lips, a flash of darkness flared through the room, and another figure appeared.
"Is that..."
The sight of her caused murmurs to spread among the Galaxy Ranked members, but a single glance from White silenced every one of them.
As the unconscious body floated between him and Ultimate Err, White noticed the old man’s expression shift. Surprise flashed across his face before his brows slowly furrowed.
"How much faith do you have, White, in my hatred toward the Supernaturals?"
Ultimate Err asked.
White did not hesitate for even a second.
"You’re the only man on Earth that I can confidently say holds even more hatred for the Supernaturals than I do."
"Then, you’ll understand if I say she’s the only Supernatural worthy of any mercy whatsoever from Humanity."
He said, gently pulling the table forward as the Primordial Wolf Eriga was quietly laid upon it.
"I don’t doubt you, Ultimate Err. But I want to know why."
White stared down at her.
"Why am I so reluctant to end her?"
He could have killed her long ago, yet on countless occasions he had found himself unable to deal that final blow, for a feeling of wrongdoing surfaced every single time he tried to steel his conviction to kill her.
"She might be a Supernatural."
Ultimate Err said.
"An Alphanomalous Supernatural."
White corrected.
"Yes."
Ultimate Err nodded.
"But amongst all Supernaturals, she’s the only one, one could truly say stood on Humanity’s side."
"Werewolves, during complete transformation, possess the capability to shut off their own intelligence and be overtaken by another consciousness altogether."
"There’s a name for this consciousness. It’s called the Ruin Will."
"Ruin Will..."
White mused quietly.
Ultimate Err continued,
"They don’t surrender themselves to it without reason. The Ruin Will grants them tremendous power, elevating their capacity for destruction to absurd levels, and those who resonate with it the most gain the greatest strength of all."
"Among Werewolves, the Ruin Will is more than a mere source of power. It is the very symbol of their race, and more often than not, it is the one that chooses the one destined to lead them all."
"The Primordial Wolf."
"The first Alphanomalous Supernatural Humanity was ever able to kill was the Primordial Wolf."
"His name was Alun, a fearsome werewolf who had completely lost himself to the Ruin Will. After his death, the Ruin Will chose another successor, and it choose one it believed was even more attuned to that carnage than Alun himself."
"It chose her."
"Yet instead of losing herself to it, she controlled that power and used it for the good of Humanity."
"During Alun’s reign, Werewolves were responsible for sixty-seven percent of all Human deaths caused by Supernaturals."
"They were Humanity’s greatest threat, but after his death and the beginning of her reign, that number dropped to twenty-seven percent."
"It took us years to understand why, but eventually, we realized the reason was due to their so-called ’soft-hearted leader.’"
He explained, and at that moment, a past memory resurfaced within White
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"Why are some of the Werewolves unsatisfied with the reign of the current Primordial Wolf?"
"She...She has a soft spot for our enemies...The Humans."
{A/N: This is at Chapter 138, Into an Alpha Lair}
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"Single-handedly, she prevented what could have become Humanity’s extinction during the early years."
"But even that pales in comparison to what she did during the last war."
He spoke.
"What is it?"
White asked with piqued interest.
"She fought on our side, against three Alphanomalous Supernaturals."
The answer made him pause in disbelieve.
"The Bone Monarch Karzeth, the Shadow Walker Ifrig, and The Primordial Chimera Vorak."
"Those three Alphanomalous Supernaturals were the ones sent to destroy Humanity Ascension when the war initially started, and we would have been destroyed, White, because we never saw it coming."
"Yet we survived because she bought us enough time to evacuate what vestige of Humanity remained."
"Even the runic formation surrounding Humanity Ascension that halves the strength of every Supernatural who enters it, the Lumen Claw, was a gift from her."
Ultimate Err stated, and a ripple of light flashed as an object floated into the air, one of a peculiar golden color, resembling a hair comb, yet shaped like a set of claws.
There was no doubt from the aura, that it indeed belonged to her, yet all of it only left White more confused.
"Why?"
He asked.
"To what gain is there for her in her actions?"
"All that it’s resulted is hatred from her own people and imprisonment for the side she’s chosen."
"What reason could possibly make imprisonment and the rejection of her own race worth enduring, all just to help Humanity?"