Fenrir blocked another desperate attack from his nemesis, wondering what was taking Astrea so long and regretting he couldn’t go searching for her.
The God of Vengeance was properly exhausted by now, but so was he. It really didn’t help that he didn’t have his full strength with his body kept between life and death in the mortal realm.
The spectacle had run its course, leaving no room for attributing Fenrir's potential victory to mere chance. Resolute he’d had enough, the wolf prepared to bring this to an end as he had little time left.
“I will avenge my father!” Vidar spat blood to the ground, acutely aware of his people's intense gazes in his direction. They looked disappointed, and he knew that with each missed blow, he was losing another bit of their respect. This realisation led hi
