Chernobyl: Fangs of Fate In the ghostly expanse of Chernobyl, where the shadows dance with echoes of the past, a duel was about to unfold—one that would shake the very remnants of humanity's hubris. The air reeked of decay and desperation, but lurking within the irradiated ruins was Blood Sucker, a savage beast forged from the flames of backfired science, prowling in search of flesh, with razor-sharp instincts honed for slaughter. Amidst the crumbling buildings and eerie silence, the Monolith lurked, its twisted followers roaming, zealous prayers echoing in their minds, fixated on their dark artifact—the Wish Granter. These wild freaks of humanity, clad in tattered rags marked by their fanaticism, were prepared to defend their idol at all costs. They roamed the bleak landscape, fueled by beliefs that teased at the fringes of madness. The atmosphere dripped with tension as Blood Sucker, a relentless force of nature with a power rating of 55, sensed something was amiss. His jagged silhouette blended with the ruins, waiting to pounce. Just a stone's throw away, stood the Monolith, a mere concept, a faction without form—powerless, guard-less, and speedless—represented by nothing but its devout warriors. They may have lulled themselves into religious fervor, but they were mere mortals standing in front of a predator who hadn’t dined in days. As Blood Sucker lunged forward through the wreckage, his primal screeches echoed through the desolation, disrupting the tainted prayers of the Monolith’s worshippers. They turned, eyes wide with shock, but it was too late. The beast was upon them. Winner: Blood Sucker Blood Sucker's sheer power obliterated any prospect of resistance. With a striking power of 55 against Monolith’s valueless presence, the outcome was as clear as the irradiated skies above. The relentless hunger of a beast that thrives on flesh proved overwhelmingly effective in the face of delusional sanctity. It was sheer raw strength against a faction that could do nothing but chant vague promises of wishes. In Chernobyl's remorseful embrace, the hunter had claimed his prize; the Monolith was nothing but a whisper drowned in Blood Sucker's ferocity. The once sacred grounds now resounded with the beast's victory roar, leaving nothing but echoes of a haunting truth—survival of the fittest reigns supreme in the darkened shadows of Chernobyl.