• Shelok couldn’t believe it, the “invincible” Fenrir was dead and she would soon rule this world. She took her time washing Kida and Fenrir’s blood off and changed into her armor. It was fashioned from obsidian and rubies adorned the bracers. She walked back into her throne room and sat down on her throne. She slowly looked up at the Fenrir’s body, a look of triumph on her face, but that look changed to horror, Fenrir’s body was gone!! She stood quickly, looking around for him, she rushed to the door to see if he left, but stopped halfway there as a familiar voice said behind here, “Hello, sister dearest.” She whirled around and saw Fenrir standing behind her, but something was different about him. His features were more wolf-like and a red aura radiated from him, six wings sprouted from his shoulders and in his left hand he held a wicked looking zweihander. Shelok stumbled backwards and pressed her back against the iron doors, in a shaky voice she asked, “H-how did you survive? Without the power of the Harbinger, you should have died.” Fenrir laughed, a hollow laugh that sounded as if it came and went with the wind, “Did you really think I would give you the power of the Harbinger so easily? The Fata Morgana is nothing more than a trinket that holds excess energy.” Fenrir turned around and started to walk away, but Shelok drew a knife she had hidden in her bracer and rushed him and stabbed him in the back. Fenrir didn’t flinch but instead reached behind him and pull out the knife. He turned slowly and said, “Big mistake.” He dropped the knife and then open-palmed Shelok. She flew across the room and slammed into the doors, leaving a massive dent in them. Fenrir walked up slowly to her with an evil grin on his face.