Chapter 611: Fenrir (2/2)
”And what makes you think I am one such being?” Duna asked coolly.
”You…”
Jorn was stunned before his eyes widened in realization after failing to sense Duna's heartbeat and warmth.
”You… what are you?—”
”Let us continue this topic after Leon finish dealing with the rat tide.”
Once Aria, who Jorn believed to be the strongest person in the group, said this, he had no choice but to give a silent nod before everyone else also expressed their agreement.
Shortly after, Lilith changed the topic and asked, ”Uncle Jorn, what about my parents? How have they been? Did the Desolate Netherbird Tribe make things difficult for them during my absence?”
”They were…” Jorn hesitated.
Upon seeing Uncle Jorn's hesitation, Lilith's expression immediately turned solemn before she requested with a firm look, ”Please tell me everything that has happened, Uncle Jorn.”
”This… Well, alright.”
…
Sometime later, the last mutant rat on the battlefield was slain before Leon dispersed his barriers of fire and nihility.
”A lot less messy than I anticipated,” Leon casually commented while giving his surroundings a quick inspection.
Suddenly, he frowned before giving his hands a glance.
Although the injuries fully healed, he could vaguely feel the heat and coldness in each hand—almost as if it was an illusion.
”The coldness is coming from my burnt hand while the heat is coming from my frozen hand, huh? How peculiar…” Leon muttered with slightly creased brows.
However, before he could continue his train of thought, he was interrupted by Silver's feet entering his field of vision, causing him to look up at the four-tailed silver wolf's prominent figure standing before him.
Seeing that the four-tailed silver wolf had a solemn and dignified aura surrounding it as it gazed back at him with a sharp look, Leon raised an eyebrow.
”What? Now that you have evolved and become a Rank 2 Transcendent, you don't want to listen to me anymore?” Leon asked.
The four-tailed silver wolf gazed back at Leon with an even deeper look.
However, in the next moment, it rolled over with its limbs hanging before giving Leon a soft bark as if asking him to reward it with a belly rub for the excellent work it has done.
”Awroof!”
”…”
Leon smiled wryly.
Perhaps, he was just overthinking.
”Alright, I have decided. From now on, you'll be called Fenrir,” Leon stated while giving the four-tailed silver wolf a belly rub.
”This name hold significant meaning and expectations. I hope you will be able to live up to it.”
”Awrooo!”