The snow-covered fields stretched endlessly, quiet and pristine under the soft morning light. But in that peaceful white world, a blur of pure speed tore through the silence like a comet.
A white wolf streaked across the snow, its fur gleaming with divine gold markings, thin, glowing lines that raced through its coat like constellations carved into flesh. This wasn't a normal beast. This was something else. A predator carved from divinity. The kind of creature you'd run from on instinct. The kind that made even monsters feel small.
At his back were thirteen wolves, his family. Twelve of them were his kin, his original pack. The last one, small and trembling, was the snow-white cub, now nestled safely among them.
The wolves were mesmerized by the rush of this journey, a blur of ice and wind and movement. Their instincts sharpening as they explored unknown lands. Some of them were even imagining where they'd mark territory, dreaming of a new domain to piss on and claim as their own. But their time for play was over. Their new Alpha had spoken. They were going to a new home.
Gary.
Their Alpha.
Though he lacked the violent aura of a typical Alpha, he exuded something far deeper, divine pressure. An instinctive pull that even the wildest wolf couldn't ignore. He was not just stronger. He was something more. Something the blood remembered. And so they followed, willingly, as their new Alpha carried them toward an unknown future.
The snow began to fade. In its place came trees, endless, towering trees. A lush green forest stretched across the horizon, teeming with life. Birds chirped. Beasts prowled. Magic pulsed faintly in the soil.
Gary raced forward without pause, his divine wolf form shredding through the scenery. Trees blurred past. Leaves burst from their branches in his wake. And then, the forest began to thin. Trees gave way to open grasslands, a great expanse of rolling green dotted with the occasional stone or dying shrub. It was the sort of place that felt a place to relex, untouched by anyone, sacred in its own quiet way.
That was when it happened.
Gary slowed his speed suddenly, sharply. His ears twitched. His divine senses flared.
Boooooooooooooooooooooooooom. Shingggggggggggggggggg
The sound was distant but unmistakable.
Another boom.
A sharp growl followed.
He froze in place. His wolves skidded to a halt above him,. His tail flared, curling in front of them like a shield. A soft pulse of fur and warmth pushed them gently back…..away from danger of physic. Gary's eyes stared forward, locked on something they couldn't yet see.
But he could feel it.
The city was under attack.
His city.
His domain.
But then a question came to like something was wrong—deeply wrong. The system should've warned him. It should've flooded his mind with alerts, triggered a divine sensation, warned him that something was wrong. But there was… nothing.
No sense of danger.
Just silence.
Had one of those arrogant bastards finally lost patience and sent a proxy or champion? Had they found a loophole to break the laws of Realms? Could they tamper with his system? Block it?
It was possible. The Wolf God had warned him. The gods were angry. And some of them might be desperate enough to try anything.
"Fuck this," he growled, his voice sharp and furious.
And then, without another word, he moved.
Golden energy erupted from his body in an explosion of divine light. A shimmering shell of gold wrapped around him and his wolves, streaked with red like blood set on fire. The cub, now cradled in a cocoon of power, didn't even flinch.
Gary poured every ounce of his divine strength into motion.
His paws struck the earth like thunder.
Faster.
And faster.
The world became a blur.
The forest blurred around them. The Grass lavanished behind them. Everything around him was… atomized as he crashed through them at a speed that left no time for wind or sound. The wolves clung to his back, their jaws slack, their eyes wide and wet with disbelief.
"What... what even is this..." one of them muttered under their breath.
Where Gray moved, the world warped.
The land split behind him, cracked open like glass, hundreds of meters of terrain turned to mist and dust...100 meters... 300 meters... 500 meters, disintegrated in a divine storm of momentum. Rocks exploded. Trees screamed and vanished. Earth curled up and collapsed behind him. Entire ecosystems died and craved a path.
And still, he ran faster.
A golden aura wrapped around him like a comet, mixed with a blood-red divine energy that shimmered like molten iron. It spread to every wolf riding him, protecting them from the tearing speed and pressure that could have crushed their bones instantly.
QWEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEL!!!
The air screamed. Not just from speed, but from being shattered. Sound barriers collapsed one after another, turning into sonic booms that made the skies cry. The earth trembled beneath his paws, even though he was no longer touching most of it. The terrain had become a blur….a sketch of lines and colors...and then even that vanished.
He was no longer running.
He was falling forward through reality itself.
Every time his paws touched the ground, another barrier shattered, another explosion rang out, and another wave of destruction spread outward like an earthquake being fired from a cannon.
The wolves on his back didn't scream. They couldn't.
They were in too much shock to even speak.
They watched as the forests were drilled apart, the trees turned to fine dust, the very ground scooped out in a divine trench by Gray's overwhelming movement. It was like watching the world being edited by a god in real time.
Then, all at once...he stopped.
A final quake burst out beneath him, tearing the last stretch of earth as he slid into the clearing just outside his city.
The wolves bounced slightly on his back but were caught again by his divine tail that curled protectively around them. Their hearts were pounding, their ears ringing, and their minds numb.
Gray's eyes were locked forward.
At his home.
His city.
And in the next breath, his heart dropped into the pit of his stomach.
The white walls...
The pristine, unshakable white walls of the city...the same walls he had claimed, ruled, and poured power into...were no longer white.
They were soaked in red.
Not paint.
Blood.
Fresh, splattered, smeared....blood.
His heart sank. His mind froze.
He stood there, unmoving.
The unstoppable divine missile had come to a full, silent stop.
And for the first time, he was getting angry.
Not of gods.
Not of dying in a fight.
But of what might have already happened inside those walls.
Not of dying.
In the distance, the city's outer wall came into view….but it was faint, blurry, surrounded by smoke and debris. Fires burned in the outskirts. Shapes moved. Enemies.
Gary didn't care who they were.
Gods.
Champions.
Demons.
Mortals.
It didn't fucking matter.
They had attacked his home.
And for that, they would die.
Even if it meant his own end.
Even if he had to crash into them like a divine missile and burn everything in his path.
He growled, low and deep, divine energy crackling in his throat like thunder.
"So what if they're gods?" he whispered to himself, the wind screaming in his ears. "So what if I die? Then I'll die...but I'll take the bastards with me!"
But then he heard something...a noise that pulled him out of his stunned silence. His ears perked, and his gaze snapped toward the sound.What he saw next made his jaw nearly hit the ground."Fil?!"Gray blinked in disbelief, his expression twisting into confusion as he stared at the familiar face.