Chapter 5: Authority of the Sovereign
The battlefield had become a slaughterhouse.
Broken vehicles littered the street.
Concrete craters covered the ground.
Blood stained the pavement.
And in the center of it all stood Fenrir Endarth.
Breathing heavily.
Covered in wounds.
Surrounded by corpses.
Yet despite his battered appearance...
His crimson eyes burned brighter than ever.
The surviving werewolves slowly backed away.
Fear filled their eyes.
Real fear.
The kind of fear prey felt when facing a predator at the top of the food chain.
Moments ago they had believed victory was inevitable.
Now they understood the truth.
They had made a terrible mistake.
---
The Elite Bloodfang Werewolf clenched its claws.
Its remaining eye never left Fenrir.
The human before it was evolving too quickly.
Far too quickly.
Every injury made him stronger.
Every battle made him deadlier.
Every kill accelerated his growth.
The similarities were undeniable.
The legends were true.
The nightmare race had returned.
"A Sovereign..."
The Elite's voice trembled.
Fenrir frowned.
"What exactly is a Sovereign?"
The werewolf laughed bitterly.
"You don't know?"
Fenrir remained silent.
The creature's expression became strange.
Almost pitying.
"You truly don't know."
Then its gaze darkened.
"Good."
"Because if you did..."
"You would understand why the entire supernatural world will try to kill you."
---
Before Fenrir could respond—
OBLIVION suddenly activated.
[Authority Detected.]
[Bloodline Memory Triggered.]
[Beginning Data Synchronization.]
Pain exploded inside his head.
Countless images flashed before his eyes.
Wars.
Galaxies burning.
Divine armies collapsing.
Monstrous wolves larger than mountains.
Ancient beings devouring stars.
A silver-eyed king standing atop a throne made from the corpses of gods.
The visions vanished as quickly as they appeared.
Fenrir staggered.
Blood trickled from his nose.
"What was that?"
[Fragmented Bloodline Memory.]
[Authority Recognition Successful.]
[Alpha Sovereign Authority Unlocked: 1%.]
Then another screen appeared.
━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━
Authority:
Sovereign Dominance
Rank: Unknown
Status: Locked (1%)
Description:
The authority possessed by the rulers of the Alpha Sovereigns.
Allows suppression of lower lifeforms.
Effectiveness depends on bloodline purity and strength.
━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━
Fenrir stared at the words.
Before he could process them—
The Elite Werewolf suddenly froze.
Then all the remaining werewolves froze as well.
Their bodies trembled violently.
Their legs shook.
Their instincts screamed.
An invisible pressure spread from Fenrir.
A pressure neither he nor OBLIVION had expected.
The air itself seemed heavier.
More oppressive.
More dangerous.
The Elite Werewolf's eye widened.
"No..."
"No, no, no..."
It recognized the phenomenon immediately.
Authority.
A Sovereign's Authority.
The nightmare of all beast races.
---
The pressure intensified.
One of the weaker werewolves collapsed.
Another dropped to its knees.
A third whimpered in fear.
Fenrir blinked.
"What are they doing?"
[Authority Activation Confirmed.]
[Passive Suppression Effect Detected.]
The realization struck him.
This was his power.
Not a skill.
Not a transformation.
Authority.
A natural right belonging to his bloodline.
The right to rule.
The right to dominate.
The right to stand above others.
For the first time...
The surviving werewolves saw not a young man.
Not a hunter.
Not even a monster.
They saw a king.
And their instincts demanded submission.
---
The Elite Werewolf roared.
A desperate roar.
A terrified roar.
"ATTACK HIM!"
The remaining werewolves hesitated.
Then charged.
They knew retreat was impossible.
If the Sovereign matured—
Their entire species could become prey once more.
The battle resumed.
Only this time...
Everything was different.
The werewolves were slower.
Their movements lacked confidence.
Their instincts were fighting against them.
And Fenrir could feel it.
He could sense their fear.
Their hesitation.
Their weakness.
BOOM!
Fenrir vanished.
A werewolf's head exploded beneath his claw.
CRACK!
Another had its spine shattered.
A third died moments later.
Notifications flooded his vision.
[Enemy Eliminated.]
[Enemy Eliminated.]
[Enemy Eliminated.]
[Experience Gained.]
[Experience Gained.]
[Level Increased.]
Blood splattered across the battlefield.
The pack was collapsing.
And the Elite Werewolf finally realized the inevitable truth.
They couldn't win.
Not anymore.
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Far beneath the city.
Deep within forgotten tunnels hidden beneath civilization—
A pair of golden eyes slowly opened.
Ancient eyes.
Predatory eyes.
Eyes belonging to something far older than the werewolves.
Far stronger.
The creature had been sleeping.
For centuries.
Perhaps longer.
Yet tonight it had awakened.
Because it sensed something impossible.
Something familiar.
Something terrifying.
The scent of an Alpha Sovereign.
A low chuckle echoed through the darkness.
"So..."
"It wasn't just a rumor."
The ancient being slowly stood.
Its massive silhouette emerged from the shadows.
Golden scales reflected the darkness.
Ancient runes glowed across its body.
A dragon.
A real dragon.
And at that moment...
It was smiling.
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Back on the battlefield—
Only the Elite Werewolf remained.
Its body was covered in wounds.
Blood poured from dozens of deep cuts.
Its breathing was ragged.
Yet it continued staring at Fenrir.
Hatred.
Fear.
Desperation.
All three emotions mixed together.
"You have no idea what you've awakened."
Fenrir took a step forward.
Neither spoke for several seconds.
Then the Elite laughed.
A broken laugh.
A defeated laugh.
"The gods will come."
"The demons will come."
"The hunters will come."
"Everyone will come."
Its remaining eye locked onto Fenrir.
"And when they do..."
"You'll wish you had died tonight."
The werewolf suddenly lunged.
Not toward Fenrir.
Toward its own chest.
Fenrir's eyes widened.
"What—"
BOOM!
The creature exploded.
A wave of crimson energy erupted across the battlefield.
The shockwave shattered nearby buildings.
Windows exploded.
Cars overturned.
Fenrir was thrown backward.
Dust and debris filled the air.
Several seconds later—
Silence returned.
The Elite Werewolf was gone.
Nothing remained.
Not even a corpse.
Fenrir slowly stood.
Confused.
Suspicious.
Then OBLIVION spoke.
[Warning.]
[New Threat Identified.]
[Host Awakening Has Been Confirmed.]
[The Supernatural World Is Beginning To Move.]
Fenrir looked toward the dark horizon.
Something felt wrong.
Very wrong.
As though invisible eyes were watching him.
Waiting.
Hunting.
For the first time since gaining power...
Fenrir understood the scale of his situation.
He wasn't merely seeking revenge anymore.
He had stepped into a war older than human history.
A war involving gods.
Demons.
Angels.
Titans.
And countless races hidden in the shadows.
And somehow...
He was standing at the center of it all.
Unknowingly.
Unprepared.
Yet destined to become the greatest threat any of them had ever faced.
The Age of the Last God Devourer had begun.