Chapter 10.1: Fenrir, The Mythical Wolf God
A suffocating wave of killing intent pressed down on Sam, so potent he couldn't even move a finger. It was a primal, ancient power that froze the very air in his lungs. Forcing his head to turn, he looked behind him at the colossal and terrifying beast looming over him.
The creature was vastly larger and more imposing than the Demon Wolf Lord he had faced in the dungeon just hours ago. Its sheer presence was a physical weight, and by the oppressive pressure alone, it was devastatingly clear—this being was even stronger than he was.
Then, it spoke, its voice a rumbling growl laden with ancient anger.
"Who are you? Why are you looking for me?"
As it finished speaking, the crushing killing intent intensified, threatening to grind Sam into the dust.
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Sweat kept dripping from Sam's face, his body straining against the invisible force. But within that pressure, a familiar fire ignited—his madness. With a guttural roar, he fought back, drawing the Sword of the Undead God and pointing it directly at the towering beast.
His eyes blazed with a sinister crimson light. Sam glared at the giant wolf, a cold, manic smile stretching across his lips.
"Are you Fenrir?" he demanded, his voice echoing with power. "The mythical god-level monster!!!"
A shift occurred. The overwhelming killing intent receded, pulling back into the beast like a tide. Fenrir revealed its true form fully. The wolf was monstrously beautiful, its fur sleek, dark, and dizzyingly smooth, covering a form of pure muscle and power. Its eyes, once glowing hellish red, now shone with a deep, brilliant gold. Those golden eyes were mesmerizing, yet the sharp, world-ending fangs that lined its jaw were a stark reminder of its deadly nature.
Then, it spoke again, its voice now clearer, still powerful, but without the initial rage.
"Hey," it said. "I am Fenrir. A spirit-level mythical god."