Reno and Ardiel had returned to Heilburg, with the small yet fiercely adorable figure of Ragnarok nestled securely in Reno's arms. The wolf pup, with his glossy fur reflecting the sunlight like a silver shimmer, was an unexpected companion, his presence a reminder of the chaos they had just escaped.
Thanks to the endless supply and high concentration of Timeglace surrounding the Ice prison that encased Ragnarok, he was remarkably unaffected by the passage of time.
It was as if the relentless march of years had paused for him, sparing both his mind and body from the inevitable erosion wrought by nature's course.
Thousands of years had slipped by like grains of sand, and yet here he was, as vibrant and spirited as the day he had been trapped.
"GURUU?" Ragnarok let out a soft growl, his big, round eyes sparkling with an innocence that could charm even the most hardened heart.
