The plan was simple on paper—distract Fenrir, keep him occupied, and buy Arthur the time to deliver the elixir.
But nothing about fighting a maddened god-beast was ever simple.
Arthur, Morrika, and the thirty remaining wolf warriors advanced cautiously toward Fenrir. The colossal wolf, bound by glowing golden chains, emitted a low, menacing growl. His eyes, burning crimson, locked onto the approaching group.
"Spread out!" Morrika commanded. The warriors fanned out, attempting to encircle Fenrir. Their movements were tense, each step measured.
Without warning, Fenrir's head snapped upward, and he unleashed a deafening howl. The force of the soundwave rippled through the air, sending shockwaves that knocked several warriors off their feet. Trees swayed violently, and loose debris scattered.
Arthur braced himself, planting his sword into the ground to maintain balance. "He's using sonic attacks! Stay grounded!" he shouted over the din.
