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Newfound intensity resting in the narrow glare of the Crown Prince watched over the crowd he had finally found Marianne in.
Desperation had already thrown him to search for the woman in a place where her scent
easily dissipated by the many inundating the street, and her silent existence made it more difficult to trace her whereabouts.
His skill sharpened the more time passed by without finding sight of a hair of hers, yet she could not be found as much as Zeleskiaz searched for he is still human to dissolve the power of an evil one misleading his skill. Nevertheless, the deity's spirit that was not by Marianne's direct side had not truly disappeared to neglect his protegee. Instead, so the blood he could not extract by his claws could be taken, Fenrir went to that one whose soul synchronised the best with his thirst.
— Brat… take the blood… of that who endangers the child… khkhkhh… —
