[Author’s POV]
With the red flames around Irene turning wilder, the audience was set in a state of bewilderment. Ivar, Arsun, Surya and Virgil had come to the fields, too. The staff tried their best to stop them but Nero signalled them all and they allowed them on the field where Ryu was standing, almost numb. He was constantly peering at Irene through the gaps in the flames. The golden glow on her body made her look like a goddess.
Inara came to Amon’s side. While Zane slowly trudged towards Irene even after warnings from Diren. He realised something that others weren’t able to see. The wolf that emerged from her looked exactly like Fenrir as they depicted him in the mythology. The sword pierced in his jaws only confirmed it. The wolf was in pain and was whimpering, and so was Irene. Ev
