The Awakening Of The Last Knight.

Chapter 9, The Shapeshifter.

The night air was cool as Ali walked home, his muscles still humming from the intense training session with Malik and Laith. The streets were quiet, the occasional flicker of a streetlight casting long shadows. He rolled his shoulders, replaying the drills in his mind—until a sharp, unfamiliar sensation prickled at the back of his neck. He sensed danger.

His screen showed before his eyes a silent alert flashing in his vision

[Threat Detected, Proximity meters.]

Ali froze, scanning the dimly lit alleyways. Was this part of the training? But no, this felt real. The system guided him, pulling his attention toward a narrow side street. Heart pounding, he moved silently, every sense heightened. 

Then he heard it—a muffled gasp, the sound of fabric tearing. 

Peering around the corner, he saw a woman leaning over a man pressed against the wall, her fingers curled possessively around his collar. The man’s eyes were wide with terror, his breath ragged. 

Wait… something’s wrong. He thought to himself. 

The woman’s face twisted unnaturally, her features melting like wax. Her limbs elongated, fingers sharpening into claws. The man whimpered as the creature’s mouth stretched into a grotesque grin, rows of jagged teeth glinting in the dim light. It was a shapeshifter.

Ali’s instincts kicked in. He stepped forward, voice cutting through the darkness. 

"Hey!"

The creature’s head snapped toward him, its hollow eyes locking onto his. The man took the chance to stumble back, gasping. 

The Ghoul hissed, its voice a guttural mockery of human speech. "Another snack?" 

Ali clenched his fists, adrenaline surging. The system flashed again—

[Engage with caution. Target: Shapeshifter. Weakness: Strike before full transformation.]

He didn’t hesitate. He immediately actived the  armor

"White armor Activate" he declared.

As soon as he was in his armor he lunging forward, he waved his sword at the Ghoul’s half-formed face. It cut him but the Ghoul managed to step away and regenerate, regaining its original form.

The man scrambled away, shouting, "What the hell is that thing?!"

"Run!" Ali barked, dodging a swipe of the Ghoul’s claws. 

The creature snarled, now fully monstrous—spindly limbs, jagged bone protrusions, a mouth too wide for its face. 

Ali ducked another attack, countering with a sharp kick to its ribs. It staggered but recovered fast, slashing at him. Pain flared across his arm, but he gritted his teeth. He knew he must focus.

Remembering his training, he feinted left, then drove his elbow into the Ghoul’s throat. It gagged, its movements faltering. Seizing the opening, Ali grabbed a nearby metal pipe and swung with all his strength. 

CRACK. 

The Ghoul crumpled, it fell down to his knees. 

Panting, Ali stared at the empty space where it had been. The system updated: [Threat Neutralized. Combat Experience +10.]

The man was still trembling a few feet away. "You—you saved me. What was that?!"

Ali exhaled, wiping his brow. "Something that shouldn’t exist."

He pulled out his phone, quickly messaging Malik and Laith: 

"We have a problem. Ghouls in the city. Just fought one." The response was immediate. 

Malik: "Stay where you are. We’re coming."

Ali looked back at the shaken man. "You okay?"

The man nodded shakily. "Thanks to you."

The black smoke from the defeated Ghoul began to swirl unnaturally, coiling back together like a sinister vortex. Ali’s eyes widened as the creature’s laughter rasping and cruel echoed through the alley.

"You’re just a small fry," the Ghoul sneered, its voice guttural yet mocking. "But I’ll have fun with you."

Before Ali could react, the creature’s body twisted, bones cracking as its form expanded. Scales erupted across its skin, wings tore from its back, and in seconds, a dragon-like monstrosity loomed over him, molten fire glowing in its throat.

"Oh, you’ve got to be kidding me!"

Ali barely leapt aside as a jet of searing flames blasted where he’d stood, the heat singing his clothes. The dockyard crates behind him exploded into splinters and embers.

Think. Adapt. Laith’s voice echoed in his mind. "Fear gets you killed. Strategy keeps you alive."

Ali forced his breath steady. The Ghoul was stronger, yes, but it was arrogant. And arrogance could be exploited.

Dashing behind a stack of cargo containers, Ali activated Stealth, his form blending into the shadows. The dragon-Ghoul snarled, its massive head whipping side to side.

"Hiding won’t save you, little insect!"

Ali didn’t answer. Instead, he moved silently toward the waterfront, leading the creature away from the city. The Ghoul took the bait, stomping after him, its massive tail smashing through lampposts.

Then, just as Ali hoped, the creature’s form flickered. Maintaining such a powerful transformation was draining it. The dragon’s scales melted away, shrinking back into the slender, humanoid figure from before.

Now was his chance.

Ali lunged from the darkness, swinging a heavy chain he’d ripped from a nearby docked boat. The Ghoul hissed as the metal links wrapped around its torso, binding its arms.

"Clever," it spat. "But not enough."

Ali drove his knife straight into its chest. The Ghoul shrieked, its body convulsing as black ichor spilled from the wound. With a grunt, Ali heaved it off the pier and into the churning sea. The water hissed where the creature’s flesh touched it, bubbles erupting before the Ghoul dissolved into nothing.

[Target Eliminated.]

Panting, Ali collapsed to his knees as the system flared before him:

[LEVEL UP!]

[New Ability Unlocked: Light Sword]

[+3 Strength]

[+4 Stamina]

[+5 Battle IQ]

A grin tugged at his lips. He’d done it alone.

Then his phone rang. Malik’s voice was uncharacteristically urgent.

"Ali! Are you ok?"

Ali tapped the device. "Yeah, Ghoul’s down. But we’ve got a bigger problem."

"We’re tracking you now," Laith cut in. "Stay sharp. If one’s here, more are coming."

Ali exhaled, flexing his fingers. The night was far from over. And now, he had a new weapon to test.

The Light Sword hummed to life in his grip, a blade of pure energy, glowing like a sliver of the sun. And he was ready to test it.