A collective revulsion and the voice of Fenrir resonating was more than needed as a sign.
— A witch's stench!! Death!! Audacious to bring it here child! —
— Fault she does not have, wandering beast… desist from this hatred towards the chosen child. —
'Hmph…' — I thought, not very amused for this was not as difficult an interaction to have given the circumstances. My power as I have evolved more in this soul proportionally adapted to the deities. It was not as if I could invoke them yet at least when it came to Fenrir, if around, although not talkative, I would perceive his presence clearly like right now. — 'Best it would be if a hint could be given instead of reproach though.'
— Chains he dislikes, chosen child, the evil is the source of that in your hands…—
— Oregor's enemy… grrah…. To chain me and kill him!!! No blood is enough!! —
"Why did you bring that! Ninth! We fairies cannot enter with that around!"
