4/1/2026, 6:01 PM
Oh fuck yeah.
This was it!
Fenrir practically vibrated in place as the ghostly wolf summoned his Runes overhead and spoke of the end. At last, the time had come! The world was in danger, Ragnarok upon them (or a version of it; he was fuzzy on the details but this one seemed a little bit different from the stories he'd grown up hearing), and he was finally summoned to fulfill his divine destiny.
He would save them all.
The slate wolf and his brain-worm leapt joyfully through the third door, paying absolutely no heed to the other two. This was where fate pulled him; he could hear the terrible snarls from within, see the press of bodies as they gnashed and fought against the imprisoned wolf's chains, the glint of fangs catching in the azure glow surrounding them as others strove to put him down where he stood.
I AM FENRISÚLFR TYRSON,he cried out to the masses,
AND I AM BURDENED WITH GLORIOUS PURPOSE!
But - what was he going to do?
Shit. He hadn't gotten that far.
Chains, chains... some ancient memory stirred within his infected brain... Fenrir shivered, and he felt chains, coiling up every limb, tightening, choking around his neck. Was this something that had already happened? Or something yet to occur? Why did it feel so real?
He hated chains, he decided.
Fenrir flew toward the tortured wolf and grabbed hold of the nearest link, pulling with all his might, knowing that he alone could ensure their collective victory.
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