BANG! BANG! BANG!
One after another, the werewolves and wolves clutching Sean were sent flying like cannonballs fired from artillery. They crashed violently into the now-motionless thick vines, or smashed into the ground and surrounding rocks with bone-shattering impacts, their bodies torn open by the sheer force.
"Hissss... hissss..."
Sean shifted his massive serpentine body, the thick white coils rotating slowly as he arranged himself into a defensive serpent formation. The diamond-shaped scales along his head rose slightly upward like a crown, proclaiming Sean's identity as the White Serpent King.
If Sean hadn't transformed into his Animagus form at that critical moment, the werewolves would have eventually overwhelmed him through sheer numbers despite his advantages. His Troll Strength would have allowed him to defeat them eventually, certainly—but that victory would have come at the cost of his wand being snapped and his body suffering numerous bite wounds. Sean had absolutely no intention of becoming a werewolf himself, so before they could inflict genuine harm, he'd transformed into his White Serpent King form—a body completely impervious to their attacks.
An Animagus?
This child is actually an Animagus?
But Animagi cannot transform into magical creatures!
What in Merlin's name is happening? How can an Animagus form be this impossibly massive?!
Fenrir Greyback stared at Sean's transformed White Serpent King body, experiencing for the first time the unsettling sensation that events had spiraled beyond his control. This extraordinary size represented immense physical strength and supernatural defense—otherwise it would be biomechanically impossible to support such a colossal form. Could he and his werewolf forces genuinely defeat such a creature?
Yet a tantalizing thought occurred to the werewolf king. What if he could transform an Animagus wizard of this caliber into a werewolf? Would that create an unprecedentedly powerful hybrid? If he himself were bitten and transformed while in this magnificent serpent form, might he gain the power to directly confront the Ministry of Magic as an equal force?
Entertaining this ambitious fantasy, Fenrir released another commanding howl. This time, he stepped forward personally, leading his clan's remaining werewolves in direct assault against Sean.
The werewolves launched their third coordinated wave against Sean's position.
This time, they abandoned any pretense of capture. Instead, they attacked with absolute lethal intent. If Sean survived the onslaught, they would achieve their original goal of capturing him. But if Sean died in the attempt, there would be nothing further they could accomplish regardless!
Sean observed the werewolves and wolves charging once more, completely disregarding the mundane wolves. To Sean in his current White Serpent King form, these ordinary creatures posed zero threat whatsoever. Their claws and teeth couldn't possibly penetrate scales enhanced by both Serpent King Scales Level 3 and Troll Spiked Hide Level 2 working in tandem.
Sean, coiled in his defensive serpent formation, suddenly sprang forward like a massive compressed spring releasing. His enormous white body extended instantly, charging forward like a supernatural train. The werewolves couldn't even approach Sean moving at such tremendous speed—they were simply knocked aside violently before they could get near enough to strike. The wolves fared even worse, grievously injured at the slightest contact and killed outright by direct impacts, proving completely ineffective against his assault.
"Awoooo..."
Observing Sean's devastating speed, three rational werewolves coordinated their strength to hurl one of their packmates high into the air, launching him down toward Sean's massive serpentine body from above.
Seeing the werewolf descending toward him, Sean's most efficient response would have been simply opening his jaws and swallowing the creature whole. However, though he currently inhabited serpent form, he didn't possess the inclination to consume random beings. Therefore, Sean's forward momentum abruptly halted, and his thick, powerful tail lashed out like a baseball bat striking a pitch—sending the falling werewolf flying with tremendous force.
The werewolf crashed into the three packmates who had thrown him aloft, killing one instantly on impact. The werewolf who had been used as living ammunition was literally torn to pieces by the immense kinetic force, much like a watermelon struck by a sledgehammer.
"Awoo! Awoo, awoo!"
Fenrir, witnessing Sean's overwhelming power, immediately issued a complex series of commands. Simultaneously, he raised his massive head to gaze at the full moon hanging overhead.
To Sean's genuine astonishment, Fenrir's body began swelling at a visibly accelerating rate, transforming into a colossal werewolf standing nearly three meters tall. His build became extraordinarily burly, covered in thick black fur that gleamed with an almost metallic sheen under the moonlight.
At the same time, Sean clearly observed Fenrir's hands extending claws that possessed an actual metallic luster, while his previously yellowed teeth transformed snow-white, flashing with razor-sharp edges in the pale light.
Among werewolves exist werewolf kings, Sean recalled from his studies. Blessed by the moon itself, bathed in its full light, they can tap into power buried deep within their ancestral bloodlines. As children of the night blessed by the full moon's favor, they possess strength far exceeding ordinary werewolves.
Sean had encountered such descriptions in academic texts about werewolf mythology. Like Merlin and the Lady of the Lake, these accounts were generally considered more mythological than historical by most modern scholars. However, Sean had never anticipated that the legends of the Children of the Night—the werewolf kings—were actually based in documented truth!
But that makes this even better, Sean thought with predatory eagerness. What abilities might I extract from defeating a true Child of the Night, a genuine werewolf king?
This is genuinely exciting!
In that instant, Sean completely dismissed the remaining ordinary werewolves and wolves surrounding him. He charged directly toward Fenrir, who roared with savage challenge and launched himself forward as well.
CRASH!
The Wolf King and the Serpent King collided with tremendous force.
Fenrir's claws raked across Sean's scales repeatedly, sending showers of sparks and scattered scales flying alongside smears of blood. Sean didn't retreat or yield—he immediately twisted his massive body, whipping his thick serpent tail around with devastating force. The impact sent Fenrir flying backward through the air. The werewolf king crashed through a massive boulder, shattering it completely, before slamming into a large tree behind. The ancient oak collapsed instantly under the impact.
Shaking out his arm experimentally, Fenrir grinned with feral satisfaction. He grabbed the fallen tree trunk, launched himself upward with supernatural strength, and swung the massive timber down at Sean like a colossal club.
Sean instantly transformed into a white blur of motion, inadvertently crushing two unlucky wolves in the process as he dodged Fenrir's attack. His serpent tail lashed out again, shattering the improvised weapon into splinters and striking Fenrir directly.
This time, however, Fenrir wasn't sent flying. Instead, he used both claws and teeth to grip Sean's tail with desperate strength, relentlessly tearing at the protective scales.
In his Animagus form, Sean possessed significant resistance to lycanthropy infection—but even his enhanced defenses couldn't completely withstand this sustained assault indefinitely.
Without hesitation, Sean charged into the nearby forest, deliberately smashing through trees and undergrowth while whipping his tail violently in all directions. Finally reaching a rocky slope, Sean swung his tail with maximum force, slamming Fenrir bodily into a jagged boulder outcropping. The stone formation shattered completely under the impact, and Fenrir's grip finally released.
"Awoooo... Awoooo..."
As both Sean and Fenrir paused momentarily, Fenrir's remaining werewolf subordinates and wolf pack arrived, subtly surrounding Sean's position in a tactical encirclement.
At this critical moment, Sean coiled himself into defensive serpent formation once more. He glanced at his mangled tail, noting the damaged scales and bleeding wounds. A cold gleam flashed through his golden serpentine eyes.
It's time to employ some of my more taxing abilities, Sean decided, even if they're somewhat draining to maintain.
With that resolution, Sean slowly raised his massive serpent body upright, his vertical pupils fixed directly on the wolf pack led by Fenrir Greyback.
Golden light suddenly erupted from his eyes with supernatural intensity!
Serpent King Eyes—Activated!