As the heavy doors to Floor 15 swung open, Fenrir turned to face the three figures following him—Zerg, Shelly, and Valis.
His eyes gleamed with purpose, his aura steady yet heavy with power. There was no longer any hesitation in his steps, only the calm certainty of someone nearing the end of a long, blood-soaked path.
"This is it. The last leg of our journey. Once we retrieve Anna and the final piece of my power, there will be no more need to hold back. The Divine Council will fall, and their throne… will be ours."
Fenrir said, voice low but resolute.
Zerg gave a satisfied grin and cracked his knuckles. "About damn time. I'm sick of pretending like any of those divine fossils could actually stop us."
Shelly, however, didn't share his enthusiasm. She folded her arms and frowned, eyes narrowing as she looked ahead at the desolate floor.
