The beast collapsed and let him free, but only for a moment— for when Garou caught his breath, he did not see Arceus’ judgment rain upon him. The spears of light dug him deep into the soil, and Arceus sped off again.

Alucard pushed the trees aside and walked down the long path. A long trail of blood painted the path in symmetry to the bloody sky. Blood above, blood below. At last Alucard came to Garou’s burial site. The body was unrecognizable. Not from any wounds, the transformation was more fundamental. His skin was hard, obsidian. His hair had disappeared, and in its place two grim horns.

“Aren’t you a sorry sight?” said Alucard. Any semblance of humanity had disappeared. And he was so strong.

“Damn that thing…” said Garou. “Why… does it have to exist? Trying to tell us what’s right and wrong… it’s...”

- Ragnarust Round 1