Bab 126: Playing on the Palm of Hand

"Retreat!" Said Rajah Soliman in a wavering voice.

"Soliman, what happened?" Rolo Aur asked in confusion.

Rajah Soliman answered right after. "He is not someone from Greek, he... he is the Monstrous Wolf of Norse, Fenrir the one who devoured Odin."

These words were enough for his pulse to speed up. "We sent a false report!?" Rolo's heart shook.

~CRAACCKLLE - CRRAAACCKLE~

Black bolts of Chaos Force thundered furiously, and its noise resounded.

A blacking figure came out of Ezra Zephyr, a wolf with the colour of black like midnight, mountain-sized beast bared its fangs.

"Rajah Soliman... a being I know has finally come down. It is pleasant to see you in the lower realm." The monstrous wolf of Norse spoke.

Rajah Soliman flinched. "It's really... you, how is this possible."

"Everything is within the circle of possibility, if I, Fenrir, draw the circle."

The giant martial spirit with the wavy sword in hand looked terrifying.