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His Alpha form.

His full glory.

He was huge, three times Eugene’s mass now, dripping with spectral energy and pulsing with the sacred might of the celestial shifter bloodline. His fur shimmered with solar flecks, gold-threaded at the mane, shadows rippling between.

He bounded forward, gravity irrelevant, pure grace and menace. With every leap, the aureate hues deepened, and the mauve bled like war paint across his flanks, laced with a darker, ancient power from centuries old.

Xander raised one clawed hand, opening it toward Eugene, and breathed.

His senses tunneled inward, past metal and coding, into the synthetic soul of the machine.

He felt it all: the crat core humming beneath Eugene’s armor, the volatile fusion drives that powered his limbs, the fractured neural threads entangled with twisted AI.

His hand clenched into a fist and swiped, Eugene buckled with it.

The synth bot convulsed, light flaring and sputtering from its seams as Xander’s dominance took hold, not through brute force now, but sheer aetheric command.

His power entered Eugene’s systems, coiling through the bot’s veins like an alpha’s bite through a rival’s throat.

Then, with a flick of his massive, clawed hand, Xander tore it free.

An arc of stolen energy erupted from Eugene’s core, streaming like liquid lightning across space and into the wolf-lord’s chest, where his spectral bloom devoured it.

Xander’s fur darkened for a moment, then shone brighter.

Eugene faltered, glitching.

But Xander wasn’t done.

With a snarl vibrating through his immense frame, he lunged again, this time to end it.

He bounded forward, and with every leap, the light deepened, amethyst and gold-laced with a darker, more primal power.

He collided with the bot and ripped into its center with an unholy howl.

He reached for Eugene’s internal systems, pulling apart the fusion drives that powered him, attempting to get the core thrumming beneath his plating.

Xander’s claws tore and shredded, and the synth reeled, as arcs of energy leaked through the synth’s intricate shielding and were absorbed into the massive lycan’s spectral bloom.

Eugene roared and attempted to fight back.

Xander raised his other hand.

With jagged, whirling force, a spiral of electrical discharge flashed from his palm.

He struck Eugene mid-torso like a whip, causing the bot to stagger backward.

A second lashing followed, then a third.

The synth fought hard, unleashing a burst of vortex lightning.

It was so potent that it flung Xander away, and he wheeled midair.

Eugene, what was left of him, skin peeling away from his unnatural face, body pulsing with dangerous streaks of light, and his eyes wild with fury, charged forward.

‘I will burn you all, take youfokkin’ down with me.’

He throbbed from the inside, his nucleus center flashing and flickering intermittently with alarming speed.