Dominion of The Beast Masters

The roar of the crowd was deafening as Eratz stepped into the arena. The energy in the air was almost tangible, and as soon as his figure emerged from the tunnel, the noise hit a fever pitch.

Fans screamed his nickname, a little few waving banners and flags, their voices mingling in one unified cheer.

He stepped into the light, his white hair glistening like silver in the sun, flowing freely down his back, a stark contrast to the white and deep blacks of his intricate, tailored outfit.

Her outfit was regal and yet wild, a long, flowing white coat decorated with black designs, the back being embroidered with elegant silver designs.

His boots were black, pointed, with metallic accents that clattered against the ground as he walked with a calm, unwavering confidence.

Eratz's movements were fluid and precise, each step radiated calm strength, and his entire figure seemed honed for agility and speed. His muscular figure was elegant, not too bulky, but defined, as if carved from marble, giving him a predatory elegance.

His face, usually intense, now seemed softer, more relaxed, and as he cast his gaze across the stands, he wore a calm, confident smile, but with a gleam in his crimson eyes that overlaid a just bubbling excitement. below the surface.

He looked almost untouchable as if the air around him was a shield of an invisible energy.

The crowd roared in astonishment, noticing how Eratz seemed much more refined, even powerful, compared to his previous battles.

Mercury watched from the stands, a smile growing on her lips, proud and impressed by everyone's reactions.

The masterpiece here was her man, and she couldn't help but be deeply proud of him.

Victoria and Zara exchanged glances, equally impressed by their rising star's transformation.

Even those watching on TV, like Kaida, Catarina, and Ryder, couldn't help but smile, their eyes glued to the screen.

It was still just the appearance, but it was already clear that he was the true apex of their group.

But Eratz wasn't the only one attracting attention.

His opponent, Titus appeared at the opposite end of the arena. He was a formidable figure, taller than Eratz by a few inches, with broad shoulders and a commanding presence.

Titus wore a sleek, dark mask that concealed most of his face, revealing only his piercing, calculating eyes.

His outfit was a blend of deep reds and blacks, giving him a mysterious, almost ominous aura. The intricate armor he wore was light but strong, allowing him to move swiftly without sacrificing defense.

The crowd murmured in awe at the sight of these two titans, facing each other across the arena, the tension thick in the air.

The contrast between Eratz's elegant, storm-like appearance and Titus's dark, shadowy form made for an unforgettable sight, and a magnificent picture.

The arena fell into an eerie silence, broken only by the resonating sound of a gong.

The battle had begun.

For a moment, the two warriors stood still, their eyes locked in an intense gaze, each waiting for the other to make the first move. The silence was deafening, the entire crowd holding its breath.

Eratz smiled, his eyes narrowing with a dangerous glint. His calm demeanor belied the storm building inside him.

"You really want to give me the first punch? Don't regret it," he muttered under his breath.

Titus remained silent, through his mask, it was hard to determine if he was even conscious, but his immobility only fueled Eratz's will to unleash everything now.

Suddenly, a blue flash erupted from Eratz's legs, lightning quick. In the blink of an eye, the Thunder Lycaon materialized beside him, its powerful muscles rippling as it lunged toward his opponent with ferocious speed.

The crowd gasped in unison as the Lycaon's attack was barely parried.

The masked opponent staggered slightly, his shiny red eyes narrowing as he struggled to fend off the beast's relentless assault. He was visibly caught off guard, and the audience was stunned by the speed and ferocity of Eratz's first beast.

From her seat, Victoria's lips curled into a wide smile. The change in the Thunder Lycaon was unexpected and very welcomed. Its movements were sharper, heavier, as if it had been reborn with a new identity. This was Eratz's evolution on display.

But Eratz's opponent wasn't easily rattled. His eyes glinted under the mask, glowing faintly as he took a step back. Eratz realized in that instant, his opponent had been in beastification from the very start of the match.

The shadows beneath Titus's feet began to twist and stretch unnaturally. A hulking figure emerged from the darkness, a towering minotaur, its massive form wielding a colossal hammer that was shimmering with the sun.

The ground trembled slightly beneath its weight as it swung the hammer down toward the Thunder Lycaon, but the beast dodged swiftly.

For a brief moment, the thunder Lycaon and the Minotaur locked eyes, their primal instincts taking over. They roared simultaneously, the sound echoing across the arena before they launched at each other, colliding with an explosive force.

The clash was intense, each strike from the Minotaur sent shockwaves through the ground, its hammer charged with raw power, shaking the earth with every blow.

The Lycaon, smaller but far faster, darted around its massive opponent, its strikes precise and lightning-fast. Each attack was countered with another, the two beasts moving in a deadly dance of power and speed.

From the stands, the crowd watched in awe, the battle leaving everyone on the edge of their seats. The ground cracked beneath the force of their attacks, chunks of earth flying into the air with every strike.

The minotaur's hammer slammed into the ground with enough power to make the entire arena shudder, but the Lycaon weaved around it, its fur crackling with electricity.

Suddenly, the ground in front of Eratz cracked open as his opponent leapt into the air, the earth shaking beneath him. He descended with a powerful blow, aimed directly at Eratz, and the crowd gasped in unison, fearing the worst.

The impact was devastating. Dust and debris flew into the air, obscuring the view in a thick cloud of smoke. For a moment, it seemed as though the blow had landed, that Eratz had been crushed under the weight of his opponent's attack.

But as the smoke cleared, their figure emerged.

Eratz stood, unharmed, his arm raised in defense, having parried the attack with a calm, focused expression. He stood face to face with his opponent, his chest rising and falling with steady breaths. Then, slowly, a wide, almost manic grin spread across his face.

He loved a real challenge.

His opponent's eyes widened in disbelief, but before he could react, a shockwave of blue energy exploded from Eratz's body, sending him flying backward.

He landed hard, stumbling backward, but managed to recover his footing, his cloak billowing around him as he struggled to regain his balance.

Eratz advanced, his body emanating a bright blue aura, each step slow, predatory. The crowd was stunned, watching in awe as he moved with a calm precision, then, in an instant, he vanished.

The crowd gasped as his fist came down like a sledgehammer, an arc of blue lightning trailing behind it.

The impact was immediate, a deafening explosion rocked the arena as his opponent was sent flying, crashing into the far wall with enough force to send tremors through the stands.

The impact was monstrous,Titus staggered back, but he remained standing, his chest heaving as he absorbed the blow.

The audience gasped in awe, marveling at the sheer power of Eratz's attack.

Titus gritted his teeth, his eyes glowing brighter beneath the mask. He raised his arms, summoning the minotaur's hammer on himself, Eratz's eyes sharpened as he recognized the same pattern with Kaida's beastification.

The battle continued in a flurry of strikes, each one more powerful than the last. The minotaur's hammer glowed with energy as it swung toward the Lycaon, who dodged and struck back with blinding speed. The ground shook with each hit, the arena vibrating under the immense power of their blows.

Eratz and his opponent danced across the battlefield, their bodies moving with a synchronization born of experience. Each blow they exchanged seemed to grow more intense, their power building with every second.

The battle had only just begun, and Eratz power kept building up with each passing second.

In an instant, his body lit up with electricity, his movements growing faster, more fluid.

He dodged Titus's next attack with ease, his body blurring as he disappeared and reappeared in different places around the battlefield.

Each time he moved, he delivered a crushing blow, first a reverse kick to the ribs, then a slap to the chest that sent shockwaves through the air, followed by a circular punch that cracked the ground beneath their feet.

Eratz's strikes were relentless, precise, and brutally effective. He moved like lightning, dodging every counterattack while delivering his own with devastating power.

The crowd could barely keep up with his movements, their cheers growing louder with each passing second and impact.

Titus, though strong and unyielding, began to feel the weight of the battle.

His mask began to crack under the force of Eratz's blows. He summoned another beast, a massive golem made of stone and earth, hoping to tip the scales in his favor, but Eratz was unstoppable.

He dodged the golem's lumbering strikes with ease, never giving a second of rest to Titus. The Thunder Lycaon roared, electricity crackling around its body as it engaged the golem too, while Eratz continued his relentless assault on Titus.

Eratz moved with an almost elastic grace, his body twisting and bending as he unleashed a flurry of hits, his strikes coming in rapid succession, a blur of punches, kicks, and slashes that left Titus reeling.

Each impact was explosive, charged with the power of the Thunder Lycaon and his permanent beastification.

Titus tried to fight back, but Eratz's agility and speed were overwhelming. The crowd watched in awe as Eratz danced around his opponent, delivering blow after blow with terrifying precision.

His punches landed with the force of a thunderstorm, each one pushing Titus closer to the edge.

Titus's breathing grew ragged, his body bruised and battered from the onslaught. He couldn't understand it, how was Eratz still standing, still fighting with such monstrous strength? Every hit Titus landed should have been enough to bring down any normal fighter, but Eratz only seemed to get stronger.

Eratz's eyes gleamed with excitement as he closed in. He launched himself into the air, delivering a series of thunderous blows, first a powerful uppercut, followed by a spinning kick, then a crushing elbow to the chest.

Each hit was accompanied by a crackle of electricity, the air humming with the raw energy of the Thunder Lycaon.

Titus staggered back, his legs wobbling as he struggled to stay on his feet. His mask, now half shattered, fell away, revealing half his face, eyes wide with disbelief and exhaustion.

Eratz grinned, his breath coming in steady, controlled bursts.

With one final burst of speed, Eratz delivered an explosive blow to Titus' back, the force of the impact sending shock waves through the arena.

Titus's body crumpled to the ground, his consciousness fading as he succumbed to the relentless assault.

The crowd erupted into deafening cheers, their voices echoing through the stadium as they celebrated Eratz's victory. Mercury, standing in the stands, couldn't hide her pride. Her eyes sparkled with joy as she watched Eratz rising his fist in triumph.

But Eratz wasn't done yet.

He turned toward the battlefield, his eyes locking onto the minotaur and golem still standing. With a simple snap of his fingers, for effect, he summoned an army of monsters, of all shapes and sizes materializing around him, their eyes glowing with ferocity.

The minotaur roared, charging forward with its hammer raised high. But it didn't stand a chance.

Eratz's beasts swarmed the battlefield, their combined strength overwhelming the minotaur and golem in a matter of moments.

The two massive beasts were brought to their knees, their bodies crushed under the power of Eratz's monstrous army.

As the dust settled, Eratz stood tall, his body glowing with blue energy, his fist raised high in victory.

The crowd's cheers grew louder, their voices filled with admiration and awe.

Eratz had won.