As unrest grew across the kingdoms with Fenrir's approach, legendary knight Edward stood in the borderlands of the Azul Kingdom, his expression tense as he looked up at the darkening sky.
The oppressive aura pressed down on him, making it hard to breathe.
A storm was coming.
Edward rarely encountered a force so terrifying—aside from Owen, he hadn't felt such a powerful presence in a long time.
And now, this aura was speeding straight toward him at an unimaginable speed. Within moments, he felt the chilling, lifeless presence engulf the land, an icy grip that prickled his skin like needles.
He took a deep breath, stepping into the air until he was directly in the path of the rolling black mist, blocking the terrifying figure advancing toward him.
Within the mist, Fenrir halted, surprised by the sight of Edward standing before him.
A glint of interest flickered across his face.
