I Am The Game's Villain

”Kuh! He was a weakling after all, huh?” Adrian Dolphis scoffed, his smirk mirrored by the Elves around him.

”H-How...” Leire and Martin gasped, their hands flying to cover their mouths in shock at the devastating power unleashed.

Alicia, however, remained fixed on the smoke, her grip on the rapierʼs handle tightening as she bit down on her lip.

James Raven swiftly descended onto the field, his expression etched with concern. ”Call for a healer–”

His words were cut short as he too turned his attention back to the billowing smoke.

Alvara, who had remained stoic throughout the fight, now for the first time narrowed her eyes, a glimmer of twisted delight flickering across her features.

”RAGHHHH!” The Werewolf, having unleashed its Moonbreath, roared and charged into the smoke once more.

-BAAAAM!-

In an instant, it was violently repelled with a sickening crunch, its two longest fangs shattering as it coughed up a mouthful of blood before crashing to the other side of the stadium.

Emerging from the dissipating smoke, a figure engulfed in an ominous yet mesmerizing purple flame appeared before them. Gasps escaped their lips as they beheld Amaelʼs form. Though a trickle of blood marked his forehead, his injuries seemed minor. However, what caught their attention were the few strands of his hair that had inexplicably turned white.

Despite that, Amael wore a small smirk. ”Something interesting finally.”

With those words, he vanished, hurtling toward the groaning Werewolf who struggled to its feet, readying itself to retaliate.

”GRAAAH!” Another Bestial Form Werewolf charged toward Amael, intent on delivering a devastating blow.

Amael paid it no heed, not out of indifference but out of confidence in his strong teammate.

”Ravenic Scorching Blood Wall!” Aliciaʼs voice rang out as she plunged her rapier into the ground before sweeping it upward. A barrier of burning blood materialized, intercepting the Werewolfʼs clawed hand.

Though the Werewolfʼs hand pierced through the fiery barrier, it quickly began to burn and redden, causing the creature to recoil in agony. Enraged, it lashed out with its claws, illuminated with Prana.

”Ughh!” Alicia shielded herself with her rapier, but the force of the blow sent her staggering backward, drawing the Werewolfʼs attention toward her.

-BOOOOM!

Both Alicia and the Werewolf stood firm as another shockwave emanated from their clash.

Aliciaʼs gaze shifted toward Amael, struggling to comprehend what she was witnessing: a Half-High Human holding his own against a Bestial Form Werewolf. Despite the Werewolfʼs powerful blows, Amael countered with his Ruah-infused fists, driving the Werewolf back.

”I never imagined there were guys like you capable of such feats! I must admit, Iʼm quite astonished,” Amael said, landing a solid punch on the Werewolfʼs cheek, sending him sprawling to the ground.

-Bam!

”Enough joking,” Amaelʼs tone turned chillingly serious as he advanced, wisps of purplish fire crackling around his arm. ”Explain to me how you accomplished that,” he asked.

The Werewolf responded with a fierce Moonbreath, propelled at high speed.

Reacting swiftly, Amael extinguished his flaming hand, triggering a massive explosion that sent both combatants flying backward.

Meanwhile, Alicia engaged in a heated battle with the other Werewolf, deftly parrying each attack with swift thrusts of her rapier. With graceful precision, she traced beautiful mana circles in the air, countering the Werewolfʼs relentless assaults while delivering precise stabs to vulnerable spots. Though the Werewolf bled profusely from its wounds, it continued to attack unabated.

Even James Raven, familiar with Werewolvesʼ Bestial Form, found the situation peculiar.

”Agh!” Alicia cried out as she was caught off guard by a vicious strike, tearing flesh from her arm. Another blow aimed for her stomach was intercepted by hastily summoned walls of earth, shielding her from harm.

Though the barriers crumbled quickly, Martinʼs intervention bought Alicia precious moments to retreat.

”Iʼll keep it occupied for a while!” Leire, though fearful, charged toward the Werewolf.

”Itʼs too dangerous.” Alicia said with a furrowed brow, but Leire pressed on, ignoring her warning.