'Surtr…!'
Fenrir stiffened after hearing that name.
After all, even she was aware of him. The King of the Fire Giants, and the one who's destined to burn down the World Tree Yggdrasil with his flames, Surtr!
At the same time, she realized that the situation had turned from being almost wrapped up to the worst possible outcome there is.
[T-That…]
The fire giant Vulcanus spoke in stutters, scared of the great being despite being the same race as he was. He kept his forehead planted to the ground, trembling as he continued.
[It's that bitch, Fenrir, who beat me up, oh great King, Lord Surtr! Please, please avenge your loyal subject…!]
"Fenrir…?" Surtr pondered, his head tilted to one side. "Sounds familiar… Ah! You mean that wolf which the old man had sealed?"
Slowly, the man's gaze turned toward Fenrir.
His golden eyes glowed with curiosity. But more than that, his gaze released a powerful oppression that made even the giant wolf tremble.
