The words had barely faded when Loki materialised behind Adam like smoke given form, the trickster god's familiar smirk playing across his handsome features. His green eyes danced with malicious delight, and his silver tongue practically dripped with the poison of long-planned betrayal.
Behind the God of Lies loomed the massive bulk of Fenrir, the wolf's eyes burning with primordial hunger that had been building since his binding. The great beast's fur was dark as the void between stars, and his fangs gleamed with saliva that could dissolve the chains of fate themselves. Each breath from his massive lungs created winds that carried the promise of devouring.
"We're ready to end Asgard, Adam!" Loki cheered, his voice carrying that mischievous tone that had once amused the Dragon Emperor in their alliance. "The final act approaches, and what a grand performance it shall be!"
