A powerful blue lightning bolt struck down upon the two.
To be more precise, it landed directly on Fenrir, as if the heavens were granting her a surge of "energy" to revitalize her.
Greed felt no concern over the lightning.
In his current state, a little jolt wouldn't even faze him.
However, the moment it hit Fenrir, his senses were transported back to when she had first bested him. He was overcome with the same harrowing fear, the overwhelming sense of despair regarding their difference in existence, and the insurmountable gap between their strengths.
Fenrir's body began to transform.
She had previously assumed her usual humanoid form—cool, beautiful, and powerful. But now, she returned to her original form.
A majestic gray wolf, towering at about five meters tall, with fur crackling with the same blue lightning that had struck her moments before. Her paw was nearly the size of Greed's upper body, let alone the small golden sword he wielded.
