"Gleipnir… A chain unlike any other. Forged not from steel or iron, but from six impossible things: the sound of a cat's footsteps, the beard of a woman, the roots of a mountain, the sinews of a bear, the breath of a fish, and the spittle of a bird."
Morrika narrowed her eyes, her ears twitching as she processed his words.
"That… makes no sense," she muttered. "How can something like that exist?"
Arthur smirked. "And yet, it did. The gods were desperate. No metal could bind Fenrir, no force could hold him. So they sought the dwarves of Nidavellir—the greatest craftsmen in the universe. And they forged Gleipnir, a ribbon that looked soft as silk, but was stronger than any chain ever made."
Morrika's fingers clenched into fists on the table. "And… did Fenrir let himself be bound?"
Arthur nodded slowly.
"Yes. The gods, knowing they couldn't force him, played a trick. They invited him to a 'test of strength.' They said, 'If you are truly the mightiest, then break this ribbon.'"
