Fenris's POV
The ancient scars across my face pulled tight as I smiled, watching my master move through his assembled forces like a conductor preparing an orchestra of destruction.
Finally. Finally, after centuries of waiting, of planning, of enduring, Malevolent walked free in that girl's body. The vessel suited him perfectly, young, powerful, already touched by shadow. The way he had hollowed her out and filled her with his divine essence was artwork of the highest order.
"Fenris," my master called, his voice layered with harmonies that made reality shiver. "Status report."
