Fenrir had come as backup.
Although Eve was puzzled by how she had arrived at this opportune moment to save them, she didn't have the luxury of time to think.
"You're still awake?" Fenrir called over her shoulder without looking back. "Then take care of Arianne and that fatty on the throne. Don't worry, I'll handle this, big guy."
"Huh...?"
Before Eve could ask for clarification, Fenrir sprang into action.
Energy coalesced around her, forming a blood-red aura shaped like a wolf's claw, which enveloped the palm that intercepted Greed's fist—his entire right arm, to be precise.
[You are...!]
At that moment, the confused demon recognized the figure before her.
This was someone he had known, albeit briefly—an entity of immense power, even while sealed away. She had once been aligned with "their side" until... she was taken from them.
[Loki's bastard daughter, Fen —]
Before he could finish his words, Fenrir acted.
