Devil Slave (Satan system)

Chapter 549 Rip Them Apart

The First battle was to start. The announcement had been made.

Ambrosia, a young woman of unwavering courage and indomitable spirit, stepped onto the fighting stage of the dystopian world, her presence commanding attention. 

At just 20 years of age, she bore the weight of the world's expectations with a determined grace. Her eyes, the color of stormy seas, sparkled with a mix of fearlessness and determination. 

A cascade of midnight-black hair framed her face, bound in braids that hinted at the warrior within. Her posture was one of confidence, a testament to her unwavering belief in her abilities.

She was born only a few months after curtin. Although she did not have a bloodline as pure as his, she was still a considerably strong opponent for the position of Alpha of the Pack.

Beside her stood Gaban, a Centaur of extraordinary power and loyalty. His muscular horse legs, as sturdy as ancient oaks, carried the weight of his silver-armored body with unparalleled grace. 

His coat, a shimmering shade of moonlit silver, glowed in the dim light of the arena, reflecting the quiet strength that resided within. Each step he took resonated with power, the ground beneath his hooves trembling in acknowledgment of his presence.

Even Lenny and Victor watching subconsciously acknowledged his presence to be one of strength and incredibility.

After all, there was no one that had reached this stage of the Tournament that was not a force to be reckoned with. In fact, any that had come this far was at least of the Deep Demon rank 3.

This alone, spoke mighty volumes of what they were capable of achieving.

In his hands, Gaban the Centaur wielded twin broad blades, their edges sharp enough to split a hair. The blades gleamed with a deadly sheen, a testament to the countless battles they had faced together. 

Each movement he made was deliberate, a dance of precision and power, as he prepared to face Riff, the half-demon challenger.

He stepped up to the Platform which was wide and long. Although the platform was the stage for the battle, there was nothing limiting the scope of their power. Basically, they were free to use Imperilment as they saw fit for their battle.

Riff, with his demonic heritage evident in his crimson skin, exuded an aura of calm confidence. His eyes, like smoldering embers, held a depth of knowledge that spoke of centuries of existence. 

His presence, though seemingly serene, crackled with an underlying intensity, a testament to the raw power he possessed.

The arena, bathed in a harsh, artificial light, seemed to hold its breath in anticipation. 

The air was thick with the scent of blood and poison, magic and danger, a reminder of the battles that had taken place in this Subplane. 

The crowd at the Arena, a sea of faces with eyes hungry for spectacle, buzzed with excitement, their murmurs adding to the electric atmosphere.

Everyone waited in anticipation of this clash of Titans. This was the beginning of an awesome battle. 

As Ambrosia and Gaban stepped forward to face their opponent, the tension in the arena became almost palpable. The clash of ideologies, the collision of worlds, and the convergence of strengths were about to unfold. 

The stage was set for a battle that would echo through the annals of the dystopian world, a testament to the unyielding spirit of Ambrosia, the raw power of Gaban, the calm determination of Riff and the overconfidence of Curtin.

 The outcome remained uncertain, but in that moment, as the combatants squared off, the world held its breath, waiting to witness the extraordinary clash of forces that was about to unfold.

However, Curtin suddenly stepped forward. Since he arrived, his smile had not left his face. 

"Ambrosia, my dear sister, I'll advise that you give up on this silly endeavor, accept me as Alpha of the Giant Shadow Werewolf Pack, and I shall consider the remembrance of sparing your life."

Those words made Ambrosia frown tightly. She really considered those words to be very disrespecting of her station. 

"Curtin, over the years, you always found a way to suppress me and the others. Whether it was in cultivation materials or it was in Influence. You are a giant FUCK in human skin, and I never considered you my brother. Today, I'll Club this FUCK down to size!" She waved her hands and her claws extending all the way from her fingers, protruding like the blades there were reflected under the sun.

Ambrosia was blessed naturally with unusually sharp claws. It was a pride she wore boldly. She was young, but unlike Curtin who rather engaged in the pleasures of the flesh, schemes, and machinations all day, she was an active worker for the Pack. 

Ambrosia carried the rank of Captain. She was guard, and she had indeed opted to face the challenge for Alpha on her own, but her mother insisted that she had extra assistance and therefore used her influence to get Gaban to stand for her daughter. 

Ambrosia had had her own share of crazy feats which included but were not limited to saving the lives of many of the Pack members many times. She had gone on missions to other subplanes and had honed her skill and power through hard work. 

In truth, aside from the fact that Victor had the purest Bloodline amongst his siblings, Ambrosia was the best candidate for the position of Alpha. 

For her meticulousness, love, and dedication to the Pack, she was both loved and adored. 

Even right now, there were those in the audience of the Arena that practically screamed their love for her. 

After all, this was still a Werewolf pack, nothing was more celebrated than strength and Ambrosia was a powerful woman. 

She had been courted many times already, but she refused to have any man. In her own opinion, nothing was more important than Sitting on that throne as Alpha. Only then could the pleasures of the world be enjoyed. 

Curtin chuckled lightly. "Since you have chosen your fate, please, do not say that I didn't warn you." Curtain turned to Riff, "rip them apart!"

(Author's note: So I have been reading books to get great descriptions. Please tell me if my writing has improved.Thank You)