As the light faded, a massive creature emerged—a human-sized Fenrir with white fur, blue eyes, and nine flowing tails swaying behind it. A blue mark glowed on its forehead, exuding a regal presence. The Wisp's master squinted, disbelief twisting his features.
"What the...? A Fenrir? But it has nine tails! A fox?!"
The Shadow Wisp floated shakily toward the Fenrir, its small form trembling as it began to cry. The Fenrir wrapped it up gently, using its tails to hug and comfort the Wisp, sheltering it close.
The Wisp's master, regaining his composure, staggered to his feet and shouted angrily, "Hey! Give me back my familiar, you fox-fenrir!"
But as the Fenrir finished comforting the Wisp and turned its gaze upon him, a cold shiver ran down his spine. The intensity of its stare felt like it pierced straight into his soul. Its overwhelming aura pressed down on him, so suffocatingly heavy that he stumbled backward, his knees almost buckling.
