While Felix was rushing against time to finish studying the best way to eliminate the true immortality genomes without causing Manananggal's death, his masters and Fenrir were seen sitting on beach chairs in one row.
Their eyes were affixed on the horrifying spectacle before them: Manananggal, writhing and screaming in the throes of agony as he was covered in blood from the top to the bottom...The blood of his dearest ones to him, the blood of his one and true love in his entire eternal life.
Yet, there was no satisfaction in their eyes, no pleasure derived from the sight; only a deep-seated sense of melancholy and a reminiscence of a time when their fates were not intertwined in this cruel dance.
Thor crossed his arms over his mighty chest, his eyes hard and unflinching.
"Remember when we first encountered him?" he asked.
His grip tightened around an alcoholic flask, the memories igniting the ancient spark of war within him.
