A deafening, savage howl split the air.
From the shattering space lunged a massive, gaping maw, snapping toward Yoru.
For a moment, he felt as though even heaven and earth themselves might be swallowed whole in one bite.
Crack!
A towering wall of ice—tens of meters high—formed in front of him, only to be crushed in an instant by those enormous jaws.
"G–God-Eating Wolf…" Rossweisse's voice trembled as she recognized the beast.
Awooooo!!
The giant wolf landed heavily, its blood-red eyes locking on Yoru.
"Be careful, kid," Azazel warned. "That's Fenrir, the World-Ending Demon Wolf of Norse myth—Loki's son. It's said his jaws can swallow the heavens, and that even Chief God Odin would die if bitten. A true beast of the apocalypse!"
While Azazel spoke, Loki descended slowly to stand beside Fenrir, his own crazed blood-red gaze fixed on Yoru.
"I don't care what you are—I'll kill you and devour every drop of that rich malice inside you! I'll show you there can be only one god of evil—ME, Loki!"
Loki laughed madly. Yoru's power filled him with both fear and excitement. If he could claim all that malice for himself, even Ophis would be no match.
"Oh? Just you?" Yoru replied with a faint chuckle, Frostmourne already in hand as he charged forward.
"Get him, Fenrir! Tear out his throat!"
Though clearly wary of Yoru's presence, Loki didn't plan to fight directly—he ordered his son to attack instead.
Fenrir, not the brightest in intellect, still hesitated under the oppressive pressure radiating from Yoru. But after a moment, the beast lunged with ferocity.
"This mutt is your trump card? Ah, my mistake—that's your son, isn't it? So the great evil god Loki is just another beast."
Loki's expression instantly darkened. Yet even under such humiliation, he didn't lose his composure—he still couldn't read the depths of the man before him.
As the massive jaws closed in, Frostmourne stood like an unyielding barrier. Even Fenrir, who could supposedly swallow the world, couldn't bite through the blade. Worse, a biting cold spread from the weapon into the wolf's body.
Awooooo!!
This time, the howl was tinged with fear. Sensing danger, Fenrir tried to retreat—but Yoru had no intention of letting him go.
"Beast, lie down and act like one—don't bare your fangs at people!"
Twisting his arm, Yoru swung Frostmourne high and brought it crashing down toward Fenrir's midsection.
They said wolves had "bronze heads, iron tails, and tofu waists." Whether or not this apocalypse wolf fit the saying, it was worth a try.
The impact was like a mountain falling. The once-ferocious Fenrir let out a pained yelp more like a dog's whine, his body nearly folding in half before crashing to the ground.
"Impossible! Fenrir—get up!"
Loki roared, but the wolf stayed down, still breathing but clearly unable to fight. Blood poured from its jaws, its body twitching pitifully.
"Seems your beast is no longer of any use. So… what will you do now?" Yoru narrowed his eyes with a smile, stepping toward Loki.
"Damn it…" Loki clenched his fists, cursing under his breath. The closer Yoru came, the deeper the dread in his eyes.
I can't win… He's completely beyond me. What do I do?
Fenrir whimpered, struggling as though wanting to defend his father. But Yoru ignored him and kept walking.
Then, as Yoru passed with his back to the wolf, Fenrir's blood-red eyes snapped open wide.
With a sudden leap, the seemingly dying beast lunged at him.
"As I thought—beasts never learn."
Loki's triumphant smirk froze in place.
For at that moment, a massive ice spike shot up from the ground directly in Fenrir's path, impaling the wolf from below and skewering him like a piece of meat.
"H–How…?!" Loki stammered. Even such a grievous wound didn't kill the wolf instantly—crimson blood gushed down the ice, staining it red.
"You think I'm that stupid? I've been wary of this mutt from the start. As I guessed, he wouldn't die so easily."
Yoru's voice took on a cruel edge as he looked at the trembling Loki.
"Now… it's your turn, Evil God Loki."
"…I underestimated you. To think even Fenrir couldn't match you. In that case, I'll withdraw for now."
Staying here would be suicide, and Fenrir's injuries needed immediate attention.
Loki spoke decisively, whipping his cloak around. Space distorted violently, wrapping both him and the trapped Fenrir.
"Remember this well—next time Odin meets with your country's gods, I'll be there to ruin it. And then, Fenrir will tear out all of your throats!"
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