"Owwwwoooooo~~~!!!"
The Alpha wolf's howls resonated, a haunting call that sent shivers through the night. But Brandon's focus remained unbroken, his connection to the celestial pen unwavering.
With every clash, every parry, the celestial pen absorbed more of the wolf's life force. As the energy flowed into Brandon, he felt a new sensation stirring within him—a dark abyss of ink, churning and waiting.
Suddenly, as the Alpha wolf lunged again, Brandon's mind clicked into place.
"[ Void Manifestation ] !!!"
The words resonated within him, a skill he knew, a power he possessed but had never quite mastered.
The abyss ink deep within him responded, yearning for release, yearning to be shaped.
The celestial pen in his hand glowed, its carvings pulsing with energy.
As the Alpha wolf's claws descended upon him, Brandon's instincts took over.
He swung the celestial pen with grace and intent, and as he did, the abyss ink surged forth.
The black ink materialized into an ethereal shield, solidifying in an instant to block the wolf's attack.
*CLANNNGGGG!!!*
The sound was otherworldly, a clash between the corporeal and the ethereal. The Alpha wolf recoiled, confusion and anger in its eyes.
But Brandon was only getting started.
With a confident smirk, Brandon wielded the celestial pen again, this time attempting to draw in the air.
A dark, ominous aura surrounded the celestial pen as Brandon moved with grace and fluidity, like a master painter at work.
A chill wind seemed to blow, and the atmosphere grew heavy as he accessed the depths of his [ Void Manifestation ] skill.
The Alpha wolf watched, curiosity piqued, eyes narrowed, sensing the dangerous and mysterious energy that now filled the air.
As Brandon's drawing took shape, the dark aura that exuded from the ink grew more intense, a palpable force that seemed to promise devastation.
Every stroke of the celestial pen was made with an assertive flourish, a display of power and command.
But as the ink solidified and the drawing was revealed, the anticipation turned to shock, then disbelief.
The air hummed with power as the void bent to his will, and the abyss ink formed into a majestic... blob?
Brandon paused, his eyes widening in shock as he took in his creation.
'I DREW A MIGHTY WARRIOR!'
Brandon screamed in mind out of embarrassment more than anything else.
But instead, he had drawn something that resembled a lumpy potato with arms.
"What... what is that?"
Brandon muttered, his voice filled with disbelief.
The celestial pen in his hand seemed to tremble, as if embarrassed by its own work.
The Alpha wolf's eyes widened, and it let out a confused whimper.
It had been prepared to face a terrifying enemy, but this... this was something else entirely.
But then, the unexpected happened.
The lumpy potato creation stumbled forward, its form shifting and oozing as it moved.
Its movements were awkward, clumsy, but there was a lethal edge to them.
The Alpha wolf growled and lunged, but the potato-warrior moved in an erratic and unpredictable way, dodging the attack.
It then swung one of its misshapen arms, striking the Alpha wolf's flank with surprising force.
*ZAAAAPPPPPP!!!*
A jolt of dark energy shot through the Alpha wolf's body, a surprisingly lethal force that emanated from Brandon's unintentional creation.
The Alpha wolf howled in pain, its body twitching, its eyes wide with shock.
It growled again, fury replacing confusion, and it attacked with renewed vigor.
But the potato-warrior met each strike with unexpected skill, its random movements proving to be an advantage.
They danced, wolf and potato, a battle that defied logic and reason, a fight that was as absurd as it was intense.
Suddenly, the potato-warrior's stubby arms reached out and grabbed onto the Alpha wolf's back, holding onto its obsidian fur for dear life.
As it clung to the wolf, something extraordinary began to happen.
The Alpha wolf's black fur began to turn grey, then white, a transformation that was both horrifying and fascinating.
It was as if the creature was rapidly aging, its vitality being drained away by the insatiable void ink.
Dark fractal, vein-like patterns of the abyss ink revealed themselves, spreading across the giant mutated wolf's body, a creeping and relentless force that seemed to seep into its very essence.
The potato-warrior's grip tightened, and its form continued to shift and ooze, a living embodiment of the void's power.
Its movements were still clumsy, still awkward, but there was a determination, a relentless force driving it.
The Alpha wolf howled and thrashed, trying to shake off the unexpected foe.
Its once-piercing eyes were now dull and clouded, its movements sluggish and pained.
Brandon watched, his breath caught in his throat, as the battle took a dark and unexpected turn.
The Alpha wolf, once a formidable and fearsome opponent, was now a bag of bones, its life force being devoured by his unintentional creation.
"End it," he whispered, his voice filled with a mix of awe and pity.
The potato-warrior seemed to hear his command.
It tightened its grip, and the dark fractal patterns intensified, spreading across the Alpha wolf's body like wildfire.
"ooo…wooo…~"
The Alpha wolf's howls grew weaker, its movements slower, as its body continued to age and wither.
Its once-majestic form was now a skeletal husk, a shadow of its former self.
With a final, pitiful whimper, the Alpha wolf collapsed, its body crumbling into dust and bones.
Suddenly, before Brandon could even begin to comprehend his victory, a piercing headache struck him, and a crimson glow pulsated from within his eyes.
"ARGGGHHHHHHH!!!"
He screamed, falling to his knees, clutching his head in agony.
The world around him twisted and swirled, the power of the void threatening to consume him.
The abyss ink potato warrior shifted and swirled, and the creature dissolved, returning to the void from whence it came.
His heart raced, his breaths coming in ragged gasps, as he fought the quickly growing bloodlust that threatened to take control.
His body trembled, and sweat poured down his face, the crimson glow in his eyes flashing with an intensity that was both mesmerizing and terrifying.
'Again?? Am I losing my mind? Is the void's power too much for me to handle?'
The questions swirled in his mind, adding to his torment, his confusion.
Brandon could feel the void's pull, its dark allure, its promise of power and chaos.
It whispered to him, seducing him, urging him to give in, to embrace the darkness.
But something deep within him fought back, a spark of his humanity, a glimmer of his true self.
He clung to it, desperately, knowing that if he lost himself to the void, he would be lost forever.
"AHHHHHHHHH!!!"
With a final, guttural cry, he pushed back, forcing the void's power away, regaining control of himself, if only just.
The crimson glow faded, and the pain subsided, leaving him weak and drained, but still himself.
He collapsed, his body spent, his mind reeling from the ordeal.