They were all stunned by what they had just witnessed; in front of them lay the unconscious body of Chris on the ground. His crew was the first to react, immediately aiming their weapons toward the King Lobo.
In response, the King, whom they all knew well, only smirked at them, causing all of them to attack simultaneously. Even with their rage, their coordination didn't falter; their attacks were sharp and deadly, yet Lobo dodged all of them effortlessly.
He then transformed into a towering werewolf, his golden armor rippling and reconfiguring as though it were alive, seamlessly merging with his body. The once solid plating flowed like liquid, reshaping itself to reveal a white-furred beast with massive claws, now encased in gleaming golden gauntlets. His red eyes glowed with menacing intent, locked onto the hunters with terrifying focus.
Upon witnessing Lobo's transformation into the towering white-furred beast, the hunters felt an overwhelming sense of dread. The once-human figure now loomed monstrously before them, his golden armor fused seamlessly with his body, reinforcing his terrifying presence. The hunters' confidence faltered as they faced this new, ferocious foe.
With a deafening roar that echoed through the night, Lobo sent shivers down their spines, making the very ground tremble. In a swift, predatory leap, he lunged at them, claws slashing through the air, leaving trails of golden sparks and blood in his wake.
Lobo's assault reignited the fierce determination in Chris's crew. In retaliation, they launched a coordinated counterattack. Dan, a skilled spearman among them, thrust his weapon at the King with all his strength. However, no matter how hard he struck, the golden armor absorbed each blow effortlessly, deflecting every attack without so much as a dent.
Feeling the sting of Dan's attack, Lobo swiftly shifted his body and slashed at him. Dan, unable to retreat in time, was caught by the deadly strike, and in an instant, his body was sliced into three pieces. Stan, a swordsman, screamed in rage for his fallen comrade. Blinded by revenge, he charged forward with his blade aimed at the King's neck. However, Lobo caught the blade in his jaws, wrenching it away with ease before delivering a crushing bite that left Stan crying out in agony.
While all of this was happening, Paul and his brothers were still shocked by what was unfolding before them. One by one, Chris's crew was crushed by Lobo's overwhelming might. Despite their numbers and being high-ranking hunters themselves, they were no match for Lobo's deadly combination of experience from his years as an S-rank hunter in his youth, his werewolf transformation, and the near-invincible golden armor that shielded him.
Seeing the bloody massacre, Paul and his brothers knew they had to act. They resolved to join the fight, determined to stop Lobo before he killed everyone. They liked Chris, and knowing his wife, Lorry, they hoped avenging him might ease her grief. Not to mention, they were certain they'd be targeted next. Without wasting time, they quickly sprang into action. Rhyz and Paul kept their distance, unleashing a barrage of long-range attacks in an effort to weaken the deadly foe.
However, as with every previous attempt, Lobo's armor remained impenetrable. Even Jeyel's spiked ice—one of his best long-range attacks—shattered completely upon impact. Meanwhile, Zaell confronted the King directly, fearlessly deflecting Lobo's powerful strikes with his two shields. He was buying time for Eijay, who was intently focused on casting a formidable spell in the sky, waiting for the perfect moment to strike.
Lobo's strength spiked, causing Zaell to struggle to block the relentless strikes, his feet sliding backward with each blow. "I can't hold him much longer!" he shouted, desperation edging his voice.
"We need to find a weak spot in his armor. Let's focus our attacks on the left side of his back," Paul suggested.
Rhyz and Jeyel quickly nodded in agreement. They all attacked the same location, causing the armor to crack. "It's not enough; we need a better plan!" Rhyz shouted.
"Assist me with my attack!" Eijay called out to them.
"I'm on it," Jeyel replied.
Just then, Lobo delivered a powerful blow that sent Zaell flying. Before the others could react, Lobo charged toward Rhyz with blinding speed, his claws aimed for a lethal strike. But Rhyz, anticipating the attack, managed to teleport just in time. The impact of Lobo's missed strike sent him crashing into a nearby house wall, causing debris to scatter across the battlefield.
Quickly rising to his feet, Lobo found his lower half enveloped by Jeyel's ice, which slowly began to trap him. He started to break free from the ice with his claws, determined to continue the fight.
"Bro, don't let him escape!" Eijay shouted as he launched a small meteor attack from above. Lobo was hit directly, and as the brothers stood around him, waiting for the smoke to clear, they saw his armor shattered, with only the massive golden gauntlet remaining. Without giving him a chance to recover, they resumed their relentless assault on Lobo.
Lobo howled as he leapt away from danger, his werewolf body igniting in a fiery blaze. His white fur vanished in the flames, and everyone realized the situation was becoming increasingly perilous. The air around him crackled with energy, signaling a dire escalation.
Jeyel quickly used his gift to create a protective barrier of ice around their party, shielding them from the worst of the flames, while Eijay prepared to cast a spell to further bolster their defenses. Meanwhile, Paul and Rhyz unleashed a barrage of long-range attacks. Although their strikes began to inflict damage on King Lobo, his rapid regeneration made it difficult to gain the upper hand. Zaell, struggling to his feet and spitting blood, readied himself to rejoin the fight.
With immense speed and power, Lobo lunged at Eijay, recognizing him as the primary threat after the meteor attack. He unleashed a flurry of fiery claw strikes that illuminated the night with blazing intensity. Despite Jeyel's icy barrier and Eijay's thick skin enhanced with fire-resistant spells, the heat was overwhelming, threatening to burn and cut through him .Eijay faltered, dropping to one knee as he struggled against the searing flames, creating a crucial opening for Lobo to strike.
In that critical moment, Zaell intervened, managing to block Lobo's jaws with his shield. However, as Lobo shifted his target, Zaell faced a barrage of massive blows. He blocked some attacks, but the ferocity of the strikes left him with deep cuts on his shoulders, each wound searing with a burning sensation. Despite the pain, Zaell held his ground, creating openings for his brothers to counterattack.
Jeyel was the first to react, enhancing his katana with ice. He unleashed a flurry of strikes, cutting Lobo a thousand times, with each wound outpacing the werewolf's remarkable regeneration. It was then that they first noticed that Lobo's regeneration was slowing, giving them a glimmer of hope.
Regardless of whether this effect was due to the silver-coated ammunition they were using or if Lobo was simply reaching his limit, the brothers knew they had to seize the moment. Rhyz teleported behind Lobo, wielding a massive weapon for a powerful strike. Though the king barely dodged, he lost his left arm in the process.
Taking advantage of the chaos, Paul moved in closer, aiming his arrow at Lobo's head. As the arrow struck with tremendous force, Lobo's jaw dropped, momentarily stunned by the force. For a heartbeat, the ferocity in his eyes flickered, revealing the pain behind his monstrous facade. With a furious howl that echoed through the night, he ignited flames that erupted around him, engulfing everything in a fiery blaze.
The sudden heat blast sent everyone flying, their skin scorched by the intense flames. Zaell only managed to protect Paul from the worst of it, due to their positioning. As Zaell dropped his shields and fell, Paul caught him and gently placed him on the ground, surveying his brothers, who lay unconscious, their bodies covered in burn wounds.
Determined to save his brothers, Paul was about to fly and ask for help when he saw Lobo rise from the flames. The werewolf's eyes glowed with an eerie light, and his once-golden armor was completely gone. Despite the destruction surrounding him, Lobo stood tall and unyielding, a menacing figure reborn from the ashes.
A wave of dread washed over Paul; he knew he had to defeat Lobo before he could safely call for assistance. Facing Lobo, who had fully regenerated his jaws and arms and healed from all his wounds, Paul tossed his empty bow aside. He activated the blades on his prosthetic legs, fully aware that he hadn't dipped them in melted silver. Still, he had no choice but to fight.
Paul's eyes glowed green with rage as he flew at high speed, delivering a hawk-like attack that sliced through Lobo's fingers, which immediately began to regenerate. Undeterred, Paul pressed on with relentless fury.
Lobo matched Paul's speed as they exchanged blows. Paul felt his skin burning, but the pain dissipated almost immediately. He didn't care what would happen to his body; his sole focus was on attacking Lobo. Each strike sent them both crashing into the hard city walls, yet they quickly regained their footing, meeting again in the center, seemingly unscathed. Lobo's eyes glowed with fierce determination, mirroring Paul's own resolve. The air crackled with energy as their attacks collided, creating shockwaves that rippled through the abandoned streets. Blood and sweat mixed on their faces, but neither showed any sign of surrender; this battle was far from over.
The fight continued relentlessly until the sun began to rise. Lobo's shape-shifting reverted him to human form, rendering him vulnerable despite still being engulfed in flames. In a surge of rage, Paul turned the tide. He delivered a powerful kick to Lobo's neck, instantly decapitating him. Realizing he had won the battle, Paul summoned the strength to fly once again and call for help, but exhaustion overtook him, and he collapsed to the ground.
Luckily, some of the hunters fighting on the opposite side of the city, although they were also battered and bruised, scouted the location of Paul and the others. Upon seeing the fallen bodies, they immediately sounded the horn, signaling to the medic team that it was now safe and critical to assist the wounded.
In response, the medics swiftly mobilized, prepared to provide crucial aid. The guild master arrived shortly after, accompanied by a considerable entourage. Upon noticing Paul and his brothers in distress, he quickly ordered his team to attend to their injuries and ensured they were transported to the hospital without delay.
As Paul lay unconscious on the cold pavement, the first rays of dawn illuminated the aftermath of the fierce clash between the hunters and the werewolf, particularly the final confrontation between him and Lobo. The city was silent and still, bearing the scars of battle: shattered windows, crumbling walls, and streets littered with debris.
Mrs. Lorry arrived and began searching for her husband. When she spotted a familiar piece of armor belonging to her partner, she ran to check on him. He was still breathing but in grave condition.
"HELP!" she shouted, fear gripping her heart as she knelt beside him, her hands trembling as she tried to assess his wounds. The scene around them was chaotic, but her focus was solely on saving the man she loved.
Slowly, the sounds of the waking city began to filter through as a small crowd gathered, whispering in awe and disbelief at the sight before them. Emergency responders arrived, carefully lifting the injured onto stretchers while others examined the area around Lobo's lifeless form. The battle was over, but the tale of this epic confrontation would be etched into the hearts of the townspeople, becoming a haunting legend whispered through the streets for generations to come.