The air trembled as Rakan's true beast form stood before Oban.
Moonlight poured down from above, bathing the ruined ground in pale silver. The beast was massive, far larger than any werewolf Oban had faced before. Its presence alone bent the air, its breath heavy, its glowing eyes locked onto Oban with absolute dominance.
This was not just a werewolf.
This was Rakan's beast.
Oban steadied his stance, feet pressing into the cracked ground. His heartbeat slowed, not from fear, but from focus. Every sense sharpened. Every sound faded except the low growl echoing from the creature's chest.
"So this is your real form…" Oban murmured.
The beast answered with motion.
In a single step, the ground shattered beneath Rakan's claws as he charged. The speed was unreal. Oban barely had time to react before the beast's massive arm swept toward him like a collapsing wall.
Oban vanished.
A blur of blue and crimson light flickered as he reappeared several meters away. The shockwave from the missed strike tore through the street, ripping asphalt apart.
Oban didn't wait.
He lunged forward, vampiric blade glowing, and struck at the beast's side. The blade connected—but instead of cutting through, it slid across dense muscle, sparks flashing as if striking reinforced steel.
Rakan didn't even flinch.
The beast twisted and countered with a backhand swing. Oban raised his arm to block, blood reinforcement activating instantly. The impact launched him through the air. He rolled across the ground, stopping only after carving a deep trail behind him.
Oban exhaled slowly as he rose.
"So physical attacks alone won't work…" he thought.
Rakan stepped forward, each movement deliberate, confident. "You fight well," the beast rumbled, voice deep and distorted. "But you cannot overcome raw power."
Rakan slammed his claw into the ground.
The earth erupted.
Spikes of broken stone and debris shot upward in every direction. Oban leapt, twisting midair, using blood manipulation to form platforms beneath his feet. He ran across them, closing the distance again.
This time, Oban switched tactics.
Blood flowed from his palm, shaping into sharp crimson threads. With a flick of his wrist, they launched toward Rakan, wrapping around the beast's arms and legs.
Rakan snarled and flexed.
The blood threads shattered instantly.
Before Oban could retreat, Rakan appeared in front of him—too fast, too sudden. A clawed fist drove into Oban's chest, sending him crashing through a nearby structure. Dust filled the air.
Oban pushed himself up, coughing, but his eyes burned with resolve.
"Not enough," he said quietly.
His system flickered.
[SKILL ACTIVE — SPEED BOOST: HIGH OUTPUT]
Blue light surged around him.
Oban moved.
To Rakan, Oban became afterimages. Strikes came from multiple angles—slashes, kicks, blood-enhanced blows. Each attack landed with precision, targeting joints, pressure points, weak angles.
For the first time, Rakan stepped back.
"You adapt quickly," the beast growled.
Rakan roared.
The roar itself carried force, a pressure wave that slammed into Oban and disrupted his movement. His speed faltered for half a second.
That was enough.
Rakan grabbed Oban mid-motion and hurled him straight down. The ground collapsed beneath the impact, forming a crater.
Oban lay still for a moment.
Then his fingers twitched.
Blood seeped across the ground, not randomly—but intentionally. It spread in a wide circle beneath Rakan's feet.
Rakan noticed too late.
The blood hardened instantly, turning into a solid structure that locked his legs in place. Ice layered over it, freezing everything together.
Oban rose from the crater, breathing hard.
"Got you," he said.
He raised both hands. Blood manipulation surged to maximum output. Sharp crimson constructs formed in the air, aimed directly at Rakan.
They fired.
Rakan roared and tore free, shattering the ice and blood with brute force. Several strikes still landed, cutting into his form—not deeply, but enough to leave visible marks.
Rakan's eyes narrowed.
"So you can hurt me," he said.
The beast crouched.
Then jumped.
The leap shattered the sound barrier.
Oban reacted instantly, teleporting upward—but Rakan followed, midair control defying logic. The two collided above the ground, shockwaves rippling outward.
They fell together.
Mid-descent, Oban twisted, using blood propulsion to redirect himself. Rakan crashed first, creating another explosion of debris.
Oban landed lightly.
His chest rose and fell. His energy reserves were draining fast.
Rakan stood again, steam rising from his body. Despite the damage, his presence remained overwhelming.
"This is where you fall," Rakan said.
Oban tightened his grip on his blade.
"No," he replied. "This is where I prove something."
He extended his hand.
The blood scattered across the battlefield responded, lifting into the air like a crimson storm. It rotated around him, forming symbols, shapes, weapons—controlled, precise.
Rakan charged again.
Oban met him head-on.
Blood constructs clashed with claws. Ice formed and shattered. Speed collided with strength. Each exchange shook the surroundings, neither giving ground.
Oban was pushed back, step by step.
But he didn't fall.
With one final surge, Oban planted his feet and released everything at once. Blood, ice, speed, vampiric power—all combined into a single focused strike.
The impact forced Rakan to slide backward, carving deep lines into the ground.
Silence followed.
Both stood still.
Rakan slowly straightened, breathing heavier now. For the first time, his dominance felt… challenged.
"You're still standing," Rakan said, almost impressed.
Oban wiped blood from his mouth and straightened his posture.
"So are you," he replied.
Then Rakan Notice His skin filled with deep scratch
Suddenly Oban system Flick up
[MISSION COMPLETE]
That Time Rakan said What Have you DONE TO ME HUH??
YOU REALLY DID THIS!!