As the group ventures deeper into the dimly lit dungeon, the air grows thick with tension. The Queen, her presence commanding and regal even in this foreboding place, leads the way with a determined gaze. Uriel, always vigilant, keeps a hand close to his sword, his sharp eyes scanning the shadows for any sign of danger. Lance walks silently, his movements almost imperceptible, blending seamlessly with the darkness around him. Elio, with his usual air of confidence, moves with purpose, though there's a flicker of unease in his eyes. Cheese, ever alert, hops lightly on his feet, his playful nature subdued in the face of the unknown. Butter, loyal and steadfast, stays close to the Queen, her senses heightened as she watches for any sign of threat.

Suddenly, the atmosphere shifts, a palpable energy filling the space. The group halts, instincts flaring. Without warning, a figure emerges from the shadows, his presence radiating a fierce, almost primal power. The red lion-like Ringmaster, Alex, steps into the light, his mane glowing with an ominous crimson hue. His eyes burn with a mix of anger and confusion as he takes in his surroundings.

"I see, that thing teleported me here..." Alex growls, his voice a low rumble that echoes through the dungeon.

The group tenses, each member instinctively falling into a defensive stance. The Queen’s eyes narrow, her grip on her staff tightening as she assesses the situation. Uriel's hand tightens around the hilt of his sword, ready to strike at a moment's notice. Lance fades further into the shadows, preparing to strike from the darkness. Elio clenches his fists, his muscles coiled and ready to spring into action. Cheese, despite the fear gnawing at him, plants his feet firmly, determined to protect those he cares about. Butter bares her teeth, a low growl escaping her as she positions herself protectively in front of the Queen.

Alex, though clearly disoriented, exudes an aura of menace, his every movement fluid and predatory. His gaze sweeps over the group, a mixture of recognition and curiosity flickering in his eyes. For a brief moment, the air between them is thick with the promise of conflict, each side poised to react to the other's next move.

The dungeon seems to hold its breath, the silence oppressive as the tension mounts. It’s a standoff, with both sides waiting for the other to make the first move, aware that any misstep could lead to a deadly clash. The Queen, ever composed, meets Alex's gaze with unflinching resolve, a silent challenge in her eyes. The Ringmaster's lips curl into a snarl, but he doesn’t attack, his confusion still holding him back.

The group remains locked in this intense moment, every sense heightened, every muscle tensed, as they face down the unexpected arrival of Alex, the Lion Ringmaster.

Alex stands outside the dungeon, his eyes narrowing as he takes in the imposing structure before him. The massive door looms above, its surface etched with ancient symbols that seem to pulse with a faint, eerie light. He hesitates for a moment, his instincts warning him of the dangers that likely lie within. But his curiosity and determination drive him forward. With a deep breath, he pushes the heavy door open, the creaking sound echoing ominously in the still air.

As he steps inside, the atmosphere shifts immediately. The air is colder, thicker, and the darkness seems to cling to him, wrapping around him like a shroud. The narrow corridors twist and turn, leading him deeper into the unknown. His eyes, sharp and alert, scan his surroundings, taking in every detail, every flicker of movement in the shadows.

As he explores the dungeon, his footsteps echoing in the silence, Alex feels a growing unease. This place is different from any other he’s encountered—a labyrinth of stone and shadow that seems to be alive, watching him, waiting for something. His hand instinctively brushes against the hilt of his weapon, a small comfort in the oppressive darkness.

Suddenly, a faint glimmer catches his eye. He turns, spotting a dark bluish button embedded in the wall, almost hidden among the cracks and crevices. Intrigued, he approaches it, the hairs on the back of his neck prickling with anticipation. The button seems out of place, yet it draws him in with an almost magnetic pull. He hesitates for a brief moment, then reaches out, pressing it with a sense of both caution and curiosity.

The moment his fingers make contact, the world around him shifts. There’s a flash of light, blinding and disorienting, and for an instant, it feels as though the ground has been ripped out from under him. His body tenses, instincts screaming as he tries to brace himself, but there’s nothing to hold on to. The sensation is dizzying, like being caught in a whirlwind, and then, just as suddenly as it began, it stops.

When his vision clears, Alex finds himself standing in front of a group of Undergrounders. The Queen, Uriel, Lance, Elio, Cheese, and Butter all stare at him, their expressions a mix of surprise and wariness. The air is thick with tension, the sudden appearance of this intruder catching everyone off guard.

Alex takes a moment to steady himself, his eyes sweeping over the group, assessing the situation. His confusion slowly gives way to understanding, and a low growl rumbles in his throat as he realizes what’s happened.

"I see, that thing teleported me here…" he says, his voice tinged with a mix of irritation and grudging admiration for the dungeon’s trickery.

The group before him reacts almost instinctively, each member subtly shifting into a defensive stance. The Queen’s gaze is sharp and calculating, her presence commanding even in the face of the unexpected. Uriel’s hand rests lightly on his sword, ready to draw it at a moment’s notice. Lance fades into the shadows, his form barely visible as he prepares to strike. Elio’s muscles tense, his eyes narrowing with suspicion. Cheese and Butter, though startled, position themselves protectively near the Queen, their resolve clear in their determined stances.

Alex, despite the suddenness of the situation, remains composed, his lion-like instincts keeping him calm under pressure. He straightens, his presence growing more imposing as he surveys the group before him. Though the teleportation has disoriented him, he quickly regains his footing, the initial surprise giving way to

The air between the Undergrounders and Alex grows thick with tension as the initial shock of his appearance fades. Cheese’s expression hardens, his normally light-hearted demeanor replaced with anger as he glares at Alex. His fists clench tightly by his sides, a mix of frustration and disbelief flashing in his eyes.

“Fucking hell… Ringmaster?!” Cheese spits out, his voice tinged with fury and betrayal. The sight of Alex here, of all places, seems to ignite a deep-seated resentment within him.

Alex, still adjusting to his surroundings, locks eyes with Elio, a look of confusion and suspicion crossing his face. His gaze narrows, and his tone is accusatory as he demands answers, his voice carrying an edge of bitterness. “Elio, Elio, why are you with the Undergrounders? Did you betray us all just like that traitor?”

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Elio, caught between his old ally and his new companions, feels a pang of conflict. He knows Alex, or at least he thought he did, but the man standing before him now is a shadow of his former self. Elio’s voice is laced with a mixture of regret and concern as he addresses both Alex and the Undergrounders, his brow furrowing with worry. “He isn’t in the right mind… I don’t know what’s wrong, but he is totally different from last month…”

The gravity of Elio’s words hangs heavy in the air, and the group exchanges uneasy glances. The realization that they are facing a changed, possibly unstable, version of Alex sets everyone on edge.

Butter steps forward, her expression resolute and calm despite the situation. Her voice is firm as she volunteers herself, her determination clear in her eyes. “You guys go ahead, I will take care of this guy.”

Lance’s eyes widen in surprise, his instinct to protect the group kicking in. “Butter?” he questions, his tone reflecting both concern and disbelief. “If anything, I should fight him since I had a fight earlier with him.”

Butter meets Lance’s gaze with unwavering resolve. She understands the stakes and the importance of the mission ahead, and she knows what needs to be done. “No Lance, you are second strongest to the Queen, and I am sure fighting that Divine is going to need you,” she asserts, her voice steady and full of conviction. “I am the weakest here, so I will stay and take care of the Ringmaster.”

There’s a brief pause as her words sink in. Lance hesitates, clearly torn between his desire to protect her and the logic of her argument. Before he can respond, Cheese speaks up, his voice filled with both pride and affection. “She’s right, she is my sister, so she will be fine.”

Cheese’s smile, though small, is genuine, a silent reassurance to the group. Butter’s resolve strengthens as she feels the support of her brother. The others nod, accepting the plan with heavy hearts. There’s a shared understanding that they must move forward, leaving Butter to handle this threat alone.

As the group begins to run, their footsteps echoing through the dungeon, Alex’s eyes widen in realization. He lunges forward, desperation flashing across his face as he tries to stop them. But Butter is quick, stepping directly into his path, her stance firm and unyielding.

“You are with me,” Butter says, her voice calm but carrying an undeniable strength. She meets Alex’s gaze head-on, her eyes reflecting both her determination and the weight of the responsibility she has taken on.

Alex hesitates, momentarily thrown by the sudden turn of events. He studies Butter, sensing the resolve in her stance, and a low growl rumbles in his throat as he realizes she’s not going to let him pass. The air around them crackles with tension, the two of them locked in a standoff as the rest of the group disappears deeper into the dungeon, leaving Butter to face the Ringmaster alone.

Alex's brutality was immediate and relentless. The moment he decided to unleash his fury, his movements were calculated and precise, each action amplifying his dominance. His powerful legs drove forward with crushing force, the muscles in his thighs and calves rippling as he executed a high kick that connected squarely with Butter’s midsection. The impact sent her sprawling backward, her body skidding across the dungeon floor, leaving a trail of blood and grime.

She staggered to her feet, but before she could regain her balance, Alex was already on her. His fists moved with deadly intent, each punch a hammering force. His fingers curled tightly into fists, knuckles white, and his punches were punctuated by the sharp, quick movements of his arms. The first blow landed on Butter’s jaw with a sickening crack, her head jerking to the side as blood sprayed from her split lip.

Butter tried to shield herself, her arms lifting weakly, but Alex’s brutal strikes were relentless. He grabbed her by the collar, his grip like iron, and lifted her effortlessly. Her feet dangled off the ground as she struggled, her legs flailing helplessly. Alex's fingers dug into her skin, his strength causing the fabric of her attire to tear. He threw her against the dungeon wall with a force that shook the very stones, the impact resonating with a deafening thud.

She slumped to the floor, disoriented and gasping for breath. Alex, showing no sign of mercy, stomped over to her, his heavy boots crashing down with each step. He delivered a brutal kick to her ribs, sending her rolling across the floor. Butter's cries of pain echoed through the dungeon as she curled into a fetal position, her body wracked with shudders.

Alex’s assault showed no signs of slowing. He pulled Butter up by her hair, her face twisted in agony. His fingers tightened around her throat, cutting off her air supply. The veins in his arms bulged as he squeezed, his eyes cold and unfeeling. Butter’s hands clawed weakly at his grip, her fingers twitching in a futile attempt to break free. Her legs kicked sporadically, but her movements were increasingly sluggish, her strength waning under his relentless grip.

With a contemptuous sneer, Alex threw her across the dungeon once more. Her body flew through the air, and she crashed to the ground with a bone-jarring thud. Her once-pristine attire was now shredded and stained with blood, clinging to her battered body in tatters. Her face was a grotesque mask of bruises and lacerations; blood smeared across her features made her look almost unrecognizable.

Her eyes, half-open and glazed, were filled with pain and desperation. Her lips were swollen and cracked, and the dark, swollen bruises around her eyes spoke volumes about the savage beating she had endured. Blood trickled down her neck from where Alex had constricted his grip, a steady stream that pooled onto the floor beneath her. Her breathing was labored, each gasp for air punctuated by soft, pained whimpers. Her body trembled violently, her limbs hanging limply as if all strength had been drained from her.

Arata’s gaze locked onto the horrific scene, his heart sinking as he took in the full extent of Butter’s injuries. Her skin was marred with deep gashes and contusions, the once vibrant energy she possessed now reduced to a feeble flicker. The sight of her so utterly broken and battered was more than he could bear; it was a gut-wrenching blow to see someone he cared about so cruelly mistreated.

As Alex’s powerful arms flung Butter towards Arata, she sailed through the air with a grace that belied the cruelty of her treatment. Arata barely had time to react, but instinctively, he moved to catch her. The impact of her frail body against his chest was jarring, and he stumbled slightly under her weight. His arms tightened around her protectively, the heat of her blood warming his skin as he pulled her close.

“I got you, bud,” Arata murmured, his voice trembling with a mixture of relief and anguish. Butter's head lulled against his shoulder, her breathing shallow and irregular. Her eyes fluttered weakly before closing, and her body went limp in his arms. Her final, desperate plea for help was barely audible, but it cut through Arata like a knife. “Arata…Please…Save…Queen…”

The moment was charged with an unbearable weight of sorrow and anger. Arata’s heart pounded as he looked up at Alex, who stood there with a cold, unfeeling gaze. The sight of Butter’s unconscious form, so brutally beaten, fueled a fiery rage within him. His hands clenched into fists, knuckles white with the force of his grip.

“What was the reason for beating her senseless like that, Alex?!” Arata demanded, his voice cracking under the strain of his emotions. The rawness of his anger was evident, each word a stab of pain and fury.

Alex’s response was chillingly calm, his tone laced with contempt. “You are a traitor as well, Ryuki Arata… You will die as a traitor.” His words were cold and dismissive, his demeanor unyielding as he loomed over them. The visor of his transformed Ringmaster Lion form only served to magnify the cruelty in his eyes, a dark mask of unfeeling malice.

Arata’s jaw tightened, and he took a deep breath, struggling to keep his voice steady despite the storm of emotions raging within him. “I am really not in a good mood… You beat down one of my masters and not only you beat her down but showed no mercy… She may look threatening but she is the most scared out of all the Undergrounders and only wanted to protect them all even after all of that…”

Each word was imbued with the weight of his anger and the hurt of seeing Butter so senselessly attacked. His eyes locked onto Alex’s, a fierce, unyielding resolve burning in their depths. The tension between them crackled like electricity, the space charged with a palpable sense of impending confrontation.

“Alex… You are going to pay dearly for what you just did.” Arata’s voice was low, filled with an intense fury that made it clear he would not rest until justice was served. The anger was not just a fleeting emotion but a deep, seething rage that would drive him to confront Alex with everything he had. The two stared each other down, the cavernous chamber echoing with the weight of their unspoken conflict.