Fenrir felt indignant. As one destined to bring about the destruction of the gods, when had he ever been so disregarded?
He glared angrily at Owen. "You, as the Envoy of Wine, why are you pretending to be clueless? Any god is my enemy, Fenrir's enemy!"
Seeing Fenrir's sudden burst of emotion, Owen opened his mouth in surprise, struggling to process the situation.
What did a grudge against gods have to do with him?
As Fenrir noticed Owen's continued look of confusion, the fury in his eyes became uncontrollable, transforming into an oppressive wave of magical power that surged outward.
Mitrice, standing beside Owen, widened her eyes in shock, feeling as if an invisible mountain had pressed down on her, rendering her completely powerless. In all her years of training, she had never encountered such an overwhelming presence.
"Who… who are you?" Mitrice's voice trembled as she questioned.
