He stare back to them. with a strong resolve, he step his foot, slowly yet it feels so heavy as if the entire footstep is a wardrum, ready to unleash the mighty power.
the wolves intimidated. they are terrified as aldir walk slowly to them and getting closer. intimidated by his presence they charge with their full might.
Aldir stood tall, his posture now completely transformed, no longer the unsure youth from moments ago. The remaining wolves, sensing his newfound power, charged toward him with primal fury, their bodies tensed, eyes gleaming with the intent to tear him apart. But Aldir now completely focused, his mind clear, stood unbothered. His legs bent slightly, assuming a stance that was both foreign and familiar, like a martial artist preparing for an inevitable clash. His hands were clenched tight, the muscles in his arms coiled with potential.
The wolves were nearly upon him, their fangs gleaming, their bodies moving with lethal speed. But Aldir's eyes remained fixed on them, unwavering.
A deafening silence fell over the battlefield just before the moment of impact, as if time itself had slowed. Then, without warning, an explosion of force erupted from Aldir's body like a mountain suddenly cracking open. The earth trembled beneath him, the ground splitting as if the very foundation of the world was shaking in response to his power. Particles of dirt and debris leapt into the air, reacting to the overwhelming energy surging through him.
Aldir moved, his body flowing with unnatural precision, his muscles working in perfect harmony with the unknown power that now coursed through him. As the lead wolf reached him, he punched forward with his right hand. But something else happened first.
Just centimeters from the wolf's belly, Aldir's punch seemed to generate a transparent, white cloak of energy that shot forward like a high-speed projectile. It moved with a velocity that defied the laws of nature, the energy striking the wolf long before his physical hand would have made contact. The wolf's body, unable to withstand the force, crumpled inward and then exploded in a bloody, violent burst. Its flesh and bones disintegrated in all directions, the lower and upper halves of its body violently torn apart, scattering in all directions like fragments of a shattered mirror. The blood sprayed across Aldir, his once pale face now painted in the crimson of his adversary's demise.
But the smile—the twisted, sick smile—never left Aldir's face. It grew wider, more disturbing, as he turned to face the two wolves still charging toward him, their movements desperate, fueled by fury.
This time, Aldir did not wait. Instead of standing still, he launched forward, his legs carrying him with impossible speed, closing the distance between him and the wolves. The two beasts, their fangs bared, reached out to rip into him, but Aldir struck before they could even touch him. Just like before, his punch wasn't met by flesh.
Before his hands even reached their targets, another force erupted from his body—an invisible wave of energy that struck them with a devastating impact. The wolves, unable to contain the raw power, exploded in the same gruesome fashion as the first. Their bodies were torn apart, blood and organs spraying out in all directions. The force was so immense, so precise, that it seemed to ripple through the very fabric of the air itself, leaving nothing but scattered remains where they had stood.
Aldir's chest heaved with the intensity of his exertion, but the power he had unleashed still pulsed within him. His smile remained, sick and feral, not a trace of fear, only the thrill of control over life and death.
His eyes—those two wide, almost unnatural orbs—glowed in the dim light, his pupils sharp and calculating. The air around him still vibrated with the energy he had exuded. And yet, despite the violence, despite the destruction, there was something utterly unnatural about his composure. The blood on his skin, the carnage at his feet, it all seemed like just another part of the grander plan that was unfolding.
The remaining wolves—those that had watched in terror as their comrades were torn apart—now stood frozen in place, their instincts screaming at them to flee. But Aldir was not finished. There was more to do. More to understand. The power that had awakened in him had only just begun to take form.
The forest fell silent for a moment, the only sound the lingering echoes of Aldir's laughter, now fading into the wind. The blood and broken bodies of the wolves lay scattered around him, their remains a testament to the destructive force he had just unleashed. The remaining wolves—the last few survivors—stood frozen in fear, their bodies trembling. They had witnessed the annihilation of their packmates, and their primal instincts told them one thing: run. But they were trapped in their terror, unable to move.
Aldir's smile never wavered. His eyes glowed with an unnatural fire, his breathing steady, the unknown power still humming beneath his skin like the thrum of a great storm waiting to burst forth again.
The last wolves, realizing that flight was futile, gathered their strength. They growled, low and guttural, circling around him, their hackles raised, teeth bared. Their eyes gleamed with a desperate determination—this would be their final stand.
One of the wolves lunged first, a blur of fur and teeth, its mouth open wide as it aimed for Aldir's throat. It moved with lightning speed, a predator closing in on its prey.
But Aldir was faster.
In one smooth motion, he shifted his weight, his body flowing like water, dodging the beast's lethal jaws. His right arm snapped out in an almost casual gesture. A violent burst of energy erupted from his palm, forming a concentrated shockwave that tore through the air like a blade of wind. The wolf didn't even have time to react as the shockwave hit it—its body exploded outward in a crimson spray, the pieces scattering in all directions, flesh and bone torn apart as if the very air had torn it to shreds.
Without hesitation, Aldir spun, his body a whirlwind of motion. The remaining wolves, now desperate and enraged, charged together, their collective howl filling the air as they tried to overwhelm him. But Aldir's smile only widened.
He moved like a phantom, his legs propelling him forward with unnatural speed, weaving through the chaos with ease. His next target was a wolf that came at him from the left, fangs gleaming in the dim forest light. Aldir's right fist shot out in a blur of motion, but this time, it wasn't just a simple punch. No, this unknown power gathered in his arm, coiling and building, turning his blow into a torrent of destructive force.
Before the wolf could even react, Aldir's punch connected, sending out a violent shockwave that rippled through the air. The wolf's body twisted and buckled under the force, its body folding inward as if crushed by an unseen hand. It fell to the ground, lifeless, its once ferocious eyes blank and empty.
A third wolf, more cunning than the rest, tried to circle around him, looking for an opening to strike from behind. But Aldir's senses were sharp, honed by the power now flowing through him. His body moved as if guided by some invisible force, turning in place with a fluidity that defied logic. In the blink of an eye, his left hand swung around, and with a flick of his wrist, he released a powerful wave of energy that slammed into the approaching wolf.
The creature was thrown back like a ragdoll, its body crashing into a tree with a sickening crunch. It whimpered, stunned and disoriented, but before it could recover, Aldir was already on it. He closed the distance in a heartbeat, his leg snapping out in a vicious kick that sent the wolf's body spiraling through the air, crashing into a nearby boulder. The impact was so violent that the boulder itself shattered into pieces.
Only one remained.
The last wolf, massive and scarred from its previous battles, was watching from a distance. Its eyes were wide with fear, but also defiance. It growled, low and menacing, its muscles coiled, ready to pounce. It charged forward, faster than any of the others had. Its fangs were bared, its claws extended, and it leapt toward Aldir with the force of a tidal wave.
Aldir did not flinch. Instead, he stood tall, his eyes locked on the approaching beast. His body hummed with the power coursing through him, the energy pulsing in the air around him. He knew this would be the final strike. The wolf was powerful—fierce—but it was no match for him.
In the final moment before the beast reached him, Aldir's fist flew forward in a powerful, calculated strike. But this time, there was no cloak of energy, no burst of wind. Instead, the clouds of aura gathered at his core, expanding outward, a concentrated force so intense that it formed a visible aura around his arm. The wolf's body slammed into the force field that Aldir had projected with his punch, an invisible wall of energy that slammed into the beast like a tidal wave of power.
The wolf's body crumpled under the force of the impact, its bones breaking with sickening snaps. Its flesh was torn, its body crumpled into itself, and in a final, grotesque explosion, it was torn apart in a crimson spray, scattered like ash into the wind.
The forest was silent once more.
Aldir stood amidst the chaos, the blood of the wolves painting his skin, his body drenched in their remains. His chest heaved as he caught his breath, the power still thrumming through him, yet his expression was calm. No, more than calm—his face was painted with a twisted, exhilarated smile. The forest around him seemed to recoil from the force of his presence, the shadows stretching back in fear.
His laughter, low and menacing, echoed once more through the darkened woods before it's faded slowly as his eyes slowly closed and his body fell to the ground unconscious. surrounded by blood and torn bodies of wolves ,and also jagged remains of destroyed trees from the aftermath of his battle. the forest fell to complete silence once more.