The Ancients caught up, binding Fenrir, he panicked, trying to maul them whole, but before he could close his mouth, time paused.
It was like this world was in their possession, time and space were but their authority. Fenrir's body was split in half, with an invisible cleaver.
His body tore, then healed, screeches muffled by time itself, he convulsed, pain searing through his flesh, digging deep into his bones and carving itself in his mind.
"You're wondering why we're here, no?" They resumed time to ask, their voice eerily familiar to Anne. "Yes, a great question, HOW have you escaped after only few revival seasons!?" Fenrir roared, demanding an answer.
"Your death, it was quite plentiful for us to harvest your pain." It struck him, Anne had disgraced his name, his pain wasn't just physical, it was mental.
"Well, what have we got here?" Their voice echoed through the realm, like broadcasting to the heavens and hells, "Two álgtheos wielders? Quite rare. Too bad these heavens are destroyed, you would've been gods."
"Heavens? HEAVENS? Bullshit. Even if the chance of godhood was infront of me, I'd destroy that path, my ambition is endless, no god would be enough for me."
"HAHAHA, well said. I shall let you live this time" One of the beings said. Anne's eyelids started to get tired, closing on itself, even with her effort, her body refused to obey.
"Hey...Wake up... ANNE..." She slowly woke up, the distant horizon bright and majestic, the sun she hasn't seen right in her eyes—yet her body so dreadful, blood stained deep into her skin.
Her hand holding that same knife, that shimmering knife on the fated day, disgusted, she remembered everything, then she looked up, nobody was there.
She had work to do now that she's finally on the real world. She went back to the old apartment again, this time even worse looking, it was broken down and finally abandoned, with no person in sight.
Her apartment wasn't even locked, she just opened the door, then the stench hit her, the rotting half-eaten corpses piled in the living room. What has she done, no, what has IT done...
She was scared, her life, it shouldn't be like this, but then she realized, why does that matter, she's going to be trapped back in the other world.
She went for what she came for, her husband's 'book'.
She opened it, went through page by page, then she saw it... The day her husband died—by suicide...