Free Web NovelChapter 12: Chapter 12: Fenrir
He woke up with a yawn.
When he finally opened his eyes, he didn’t see the sky or the forest. Instead, he saw a ceiling.
The ceiling was raw, grey concrete. Long, jagged cracks crawled across the surface with patches of dampness made the stone look like it was sweating.
Last time I got to drink some water. I really hopes he gets to eat something this time before the inevitable nap Night joked
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He saw all the corpse had been devowered. In his Nightmare Domain he saw Eve, Lilith and Death. Eve and Lilith appeared to be fixing their cracks in their metal and Death her bone. Because they were doing it without consuming his energy it was taking so long. He let them be.
He looked around himself. The room was a disaster. It was a small, square box with a single, high window.
Then he noticed his clothes. ƒrēewebnovel.com
His were changed. He was now wearing a black hooded trench coat that actually fit perfectly
Underneath was a crisp black shirt and sturdy pants. On his feet were simple black boots.
Who changed his clothes? Did a ninja come in while I was sleeping?. The thought made a cold shiver run down his spine.
He got up but his legs felt weak. leaning his weight against the cold concrete wall. He looked down at his feet. Specifically, he looked at his shadow.
The grey light from the window cast a long, dark shape across the dusty floor. But as he watched, the shadow began to twist breaking dozens of the laws of physics he studied in his previous life.
Then, it bubbled upward and the darkness became solid, thickening until a small shape stepped out of the floor.
It was a dog Or it looked like one.
Only this time, it was tiny barely reaching his knees. It had the same beautiful, interlocking black scales as the monster in the forest, but they were smoother now, looking like polished obsidian. And right in the middle of its forehead, a small, white crystal-colored horn poked through the scales.
It looked...well, it looked adorable.
It looks like a plushie. A very sharp, very dangerous plushie that could probably eat his toes if he wasn’t careful.
The creature looked at Night with its golden eyes for a full minute. The silence in the run-down room became thick and heavy.
"Hi," he said.
"Hi," the dog replied.
He froze. His hand, still leaning against the wall, tightened until his knuckles turned as white as his hair.
The voice didn’t sound like a growl or a bark. It sounded like a teenage girl the kind who spent most of her time being annoyed at everyone for no reason.
He finally decided to satisfy his curiosity. He wanted to know why a dog knew English, or more importantly, why she had a human voice at all.
"So... why does a dog like you... "he started, but the creature’s golden eyes narrowed into thin, dangerous slits.
"Who did you call a dog?" she snapped. The sass in her voice was sharp enough to cut glass. "How can you even think to compare me to those mutts? Those tail-wagging, drool-making, flea-bitten embarrassments?"
Night blinked, She is very loud for someone who is currently the size of a toaster. And why does she sound like she’s about to ask for the manager?
"Oh... so what do you ’identity’ as then?" he asked, his voice tilting with genuine confusion and sarcasm.
The creature puffed out her scaled chest, her horn glowing with a faint, silver light. "Identify? I am a wolf. At least, I was. I have evolved into a Fenrir recently."
Nightmare was puzzled.
Fenrir? Wasn’t that a mythical beast? A giant wolf that eats the moon or something? That’s not a real thing. That’s a character in a book from the Old World.
He sat down on the dusty floor, pulling his knees to his chest. The black trench coat bunched up around him. "Please... can you tell me what is happening? And how come you were hurt? And where are we now?"
The wolf the Fenrir didn’t seem bothered by the pile of questions. She sat down on her haunches, her golden eyes turning toward the high window. For a moment, she looked a little sad, the light in her eyes dimming.
"A year after the system integration... that is six years ago," she began, her voice echoing softly in the concrete box. "I happened upon an opportunity. It was an opportunity to enter a special dungeon. Many other beasts like myself entered it."
She looked down at her tiny, scaled paws, almost as if she were seeing them as they used to be.
"I was a Storm Wolf at that time. My whole tribe, many other wolf tribes, and many other races had entered the dungeon. I was an outcast... because I was an orphan and mainly because I didn’t fight directly and bravely like the others. I used illusion, shadow, and made very little use of my storm quality. But I was strong and had reached lvl.30, so I went as usual... alone."
She paused, the plink-plink of the sink sounding louder in the silence.
"But after some time, we were told what this dungeon was about. And what the price was."
The wolf looked even sadder now, her tail lashing once against the dust.
"The prize was an opportunity to transcend with a price. But this opportunity was for only one beast."
Only one? That sounds like a really bad game show.
"We later found out that this dungeon was created by some sick god from another universe. We were given a timer. If by that time all but one beast were not killed, the dungeon would select someone at random and kill off the rest."
Night shivered.
"I resigned myself to death," the wolf said, her voice dropping to a whisper. "I didn’t think I had a chance against the great alphas. That is, until I found the other beasts... they had killed all my tribe people. Without mercy. They didn’t just kill them to win; they enjoyed it."
She looked at Night then, her golden eyes flashing with a sudden, terrifying heat. The cute puppy-look vanished for a split second, replaced by the shadow of the monster from the clearing.
"So, in my fury, I killed them all," she said, her voice suddenly flat as if she was talking about the weather. "I hunted them in the dark. I used my mastery over illusion and shadow to tear them apart. I killed every single one of them and then I claimed the prize."
Nightmare stared at her. He looked at the tiny, cute wolf with the white horn and realized she was a survivor of a sick game designed by a literal god.
A lvl.30 Storm Wolf who had turned herself into a "Fenrir" by being the last one standing in a dungeon full of corpses.
He is currently sharing a room with a teenage-sounding apocalypse.
Great.
Just great.
At least I won’t be bored.
