While the System was mulling over these thought, Jörmungandr smoothly stood up and walked away, ignoring the System's calls to come back.
"Hey! What are you—"
"Leave him be, alright? It's been a long time since Jörmungandr's been outside properly. When you're confined to one place and one place only for centuries on end, you naturally wanna stretch your legs for a little bit..."
Silence blanketed the trio, and System let the World Serpent go, feeling sympathetic towards his isolation.
Jörmungandr's quiet retreat had seemed to affect all of them, with Fenrir sobering up and Hel looking contemplative before she cautiously opened her mouth again.
"Now, we can also talk about the person in question..."
Fenrir's once relaxed icy eyes turned tense at Hel's remark, his posture slowly coiling up as if to spring, a low growl of warning coming from his mouth, a growl Hel met with a cold gaze.
"About Jörmungandr? What about him?"
"Hela, you have no business talking behind elder brother's back like this, especially with an outsider—"
"It's because she's an outsider that she need to know," rebuked Hela, her cold emerald eyes narrowing menacingly towards Fenrir's clear agitation.
"She won't be prepared for him when it happens—"
"When what happens?" exclaimed the confused and now frightened god. "What is it that I should be prepared for?!"
Another moment of quiet hung in the air, save for Fenrir's low growls and scratching of the chair he was on, his wolfish nature coming out once again.
'What is it about that serpent that's making him so unsettled?!'
———
While the three left behind were caught in an unexpected argument, the subject in question was enjoying his stroll in the new world on his new legs.
Two moon's, one small and full and the other a crescent and bigger, hung in the sky, a scattering of stars hanging in three bright pathways above his craning head; the breeze that swept through his dark clothing and his pale hair was chilly, but his sunset yellow eyes remain unfazed, locked on the moon's as the green grasses swayed around him with the wind.
He inhaled, and his lungs which had held their breath for so long beneath the crushing depths of the water felt free, the cool air soothing to him.
If only he was really awake in this world—maybe he would be able to appreciate it more before its inevitable destruction.
It was then he noticed a flying light, hovering around him; more of these mysterious creatures rose from the grasses, their light a bright kaleidoscope of colors.
His irises widened—he had never seen creatures like these before...
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"If you feel uncomfortable, then leave, and join our darling brother."
Fenrir's antsy energy grew until he leaped off the chair he was crouched on, snarling while doing so.
"I'm leaving. But that woman better not put brother back; she shouldn't have brought brother here to begin with if she was just going to take away this dream from him..."
"You are not the only one who was chained to a place they did not desire, Fenrir."
"At least rest and travel was capable for you Hela—you weren't viewed as a monster from the beginning unlike us."
At these words Fenrir stalked away from the remaining pair, intent on joining his older brother.
"...What is this all about?"
Hel quietly turned to face the System properly, somewhat sympathetic towards the clueless new born god and her ignorance to everything but her own amusement.
"Like Fenrir said," sighed Hel, her dark eyes weary, "You shouldn't have brought him here."
"Why?"
———
The unknown creatures rose even higher, swarming as they began to cover the sky.
Jörmungandr's brow furrowed and his mouth frowned a little—his view of the sky was taken from him...
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"Well..." Hela hesitated, "he's a bit different from the rest of us you see..."
———
Jörmungandr's eyes began to glow that weird color again, his pupils sharpening to slits...
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"As a monster..."
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His hand rose, his annoyance growing with it.
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"...he has been unable to properly develop an actual and concrete concept of morality."
———
His hand closed.