Fenrir and Girod approach the cell where Fala is being held captive. When Fenrir peers into the jail cell, he is relieved to see that Fala looks fine. Spotting no injuries that he can see, it looks like torture is not something that they have resorted to. When Fala looks up and sees Fenrir standing there, she gets up quickly and grabs the jail cell bars. She hesitates for a moment, peering at the ground for a second before looking back up to him. "So, what name are you going by now?" "My birth name is Fenrir, I think I'll keep going by that name." Girod examines the stones in the hallway. "How are you going to get her out of there? These are anti-magic stones after all." Fala turns her attention to Girod. "Who's that idiot? Did you honestly believe that Fenrir would come here without a plan?" Girod shrugs. "Some take action without having a plan at all. You would be amazed at what some people do when they are desperate

While trying not to pass out from the pain of having a broken back, blood-curdling screams can be heard of the elf being killed by the demon just on the other side of the door. 'I should be safe here for now, but I'm just a sitting duck since I can't move my legs. There's no way I can fight in this condition.' Without realizing it, Fenrir wakes up after passing out. His rapid regeneration has helped him to the point where he has some feelings in his legs. He concludes that enough time has passed that the demon should be long gone by now. He reaches up and just barely manages to press the button to open the door. As the door opens, the remains of the elf can be seen. Blood covers a large portion of the area, the elf was ripped to pieces, its head detached from its body and the rest of it in a mangled mess with its guts spilling out onto the floor.Fenrir remembers the first time he had consumed the flesh of a human and how it revigorated him, maybe the same is tru

Fala looks around at the various hand made ceramic pots and bowls that occupy the tent of her now old brother. Decorated tribal blankets, fur coats and the strong smell of tobacco cover the rest. "How long have you been here? Fala asks."It's not much, but it's home." Lapu says as he notices her looking around the tent. "It's been a hundred winters since I have seen you last. In that time, we have managed to keep ourselves strong as a family through various forms of traditional ceremonies and forms of worship. Our young are taught to respect nature, to be grateful for the things we have."Lapu lights a couple of candles and sits down facing them with his eyes closed. "We have had a few disputes with the native humans that occupy this realm. As far as we know, magic is foreign to them. Legends grow among them of our existence, but they are only perceived as mythology." "If you were the only one sent here, then that means you turned some of the natives into

"What exactly do you have in mind?" Fenrir asks slightly curious and afraid of what she has planned."It's an opportunity to prove that you can be trusted. If you'll allow me to enter your mind I can prove your innocence." Lucia looks over her shoulder at the rest of the group. "That's if you are innocent in the first place. Even if you did do all of those things, I can at least see the reason behind your actions."Fenrir closes his eyes and takes a deep breath. "No, I refuse." "WHAT? Don't you understand the situation you're in? They're planning to kill you, at least this way tou have a chance of surviving. I don't think you realize just how strong Delmar is."Fenrir looks past Lucia to meet Delmar's gaze. "I think I can take him. If anything, he is underestimation just how strong I've become since we first met. It would be a good time to test out some of my new abilities."Lucia scoffs in disbelief. "What's wrong with you? Do you think you

Half a minute goes by and neither Fenrir or Delmar move in to attack. Delmar gets irritated that Fenrir is just starting at him intently. "If you wont make the first move, then I will." Delmar says as he commands his army of shadows to match forward with a single hand gesture. Their movements are slow at first, but then begin to pick up speed as they tactically surround Fenrir leaving him no room to rush Delmar. As the first shadow fiend approaches getting ready to swing it's sword at him, Fenrir casually sidesteps the attack. within seconds, the rest are upon him swinging their swords at him with no avail. 'This is too easy.' Fenrir thinks to himself as he keeps dodging the attacks. 'It's likely Delmar is using them as a distraction to catch me off guard. He'll try to attack me from long range when he sees an opening.'Almost on cue, Delmar fires his black star attack directly at Fenrir disregarding the safety of his shadow army. The attack is hard to see since