"You've had your turn; now it's mine!"
After fending off the attacks of the three grand priests, a dense black fog swirled even thicker around Fenrir's enormous body. It was as though countless souls wailed within it, occasionally forming anguished faces that released horrifying cries.
The three grand priests found themselves locked under the gaze of Fenrir's blood-red eyes. Their hearts sank as despair took hold. While they had heard of the terrifying legend of the great wolf Fenrir, none had truly experienced it firsthand.
Now, having unleashed their most powerful moves to no avail, they were finally beginning to understand the vast gulf between themselves and the mighty Fenrir. Despite the fear gnawing at them, retreat was not an option, as they were surrounded by thick mist on all sides.
With no other choice, they prepared for a desperate struggle. The three of them exchanged glances, each seeing resolve mirrored in the others' eyes.
