Chapter 29: Ragnarök
The blood moon disappeared behind the dark edge of the cliff, the narrow streak of sky above his head still had a faint reddish hue.
A silver-gray shadow swished through the gradually dimming shadow, like a fast and silent breeze, sliding through the gasp between the stone wall and the ground.
The dense dark elements flowed through his fur, leaving a burning pain on the unhealed wounds.
The strong muscles that haven’t been used in a long time emitted exciting soreness when they contracted and stretched, stimulating his nerves, blood rushed through the body quickly, sweeping like river through his ears, and a current of excitement surged.
Elinor stopped suddenly once in a while.
He raised his head and sniffed the air, his fluffy pointed ears turned vigilantly, catching the slightest fluctuation in the air.
That human being was very skilled in covering up his whereabouts.
This brought great difficulty to tracking him.
Fortunately, there was no wind and no light at the bottom of the abyss, and fewer creatures appeared, as a result even tiny traces stayed longer than usual.
Elinor smelled a protruding rock somewhere on the wall, and then rushed out again like a shadow.
The primitive excitement of hunting made his pupils dilate, like a bottomless black hole in the hot gold, shining with a fierce and cruel wild brilliance.
Elinor could feel that the distance between them was shortening.
He cautiously avoided areas where the dark elements were more concentrated, to avoid encountering other creatures at the bottom of the abyss, and to prevent himself from being dominated by the desire to hunt.
There were more and more remnants and traces in the air and on the ground.
Sometimes it was a few drops of dried blood that had not been licked away, sometimes it was a bone blade that was half broken in the crevices of the rocks, or even a half of the remnants of bones that had been gnawed by other creatures. In addition to the messy tooth marks, on the bone surface precise and cold cuts could be seen.
During the focused running, passage of time could hardly be noticed.
The blood moon rose and fell, the cold and bloody brilliance fell once again on the ground.
In the heavy darkness that moonlight couldn’t illuminate, creatures walked through, the brutal gnawing and disgusting swallowing sounds were amplified by the silence before sinking in the abyss, and mysterious monsters moved their ugly bodies. The bottom of the entire abyss seemed to come to life again.
Elinor jumped onto a hanging rock, and the incomplete blood moon reflected in his eyes.
He sniffed the air.
Familiar smell.
That human was nearby.
He continued to jump towards upwards, and finally, behind an extremely concealed rock, Elinor smelled an abnormal wave of dark elements. He leaped lightly in the direction where the wave came from. At the moment he landed, he noticed a strange attacking aura and jumped back keenly – but his current size was still too small, and he was still injured in his front paw by the repelling dark element.
Elinor licked his burned paw pad, and the shallow burn marks were imprinted on the bottom of his paws.
He looked over there. A barrier formed by the dark elements was cut to an inconspicuous opening by his subconsciously extended claws.
The claws of the Fenrir clan have always been incredibly sharp. After three long armor changes, their claws could easily cut through magic and interrupt a spell, and all physical and magical defences could be penetrated and torn apart, and as a natal god of the Fenrir clan, if he wasn’t forced to return to his juvenile form because of losing his godhead, his claws could even tear open space and, breaking the chain of causation.
This time it was a complete accident.
Elinor lowered his head and smelled the human body temperature slowly escaping from the gap, warm, sweet flesh and blood, radiated with warmth.
Fresh, vigorous and full of vitality.
He squatted on the rock, his tail, which was no longer flicking irritably, covered tips of his claws.
However, in addition to this, there was still a strange breath leaking from the opened gap, and the dark and evil whispers of temptation flowed in the air, arousing his primal desire to shed blood and fight.
Elinor looked up at the sky.
The blood-coloured moon had already climbed up in the sky at this moment, and the strange scarlet moonlight was spilling on the rocks, making them look as if they were melting.
He could even hear the painful suppressed wheezing that from inside the barrier, thin and forbearing, like a soft feather brushing past his ears.
Elinor retracted his gaze, and his golden vertical pupils stared straight at the thick and dense darkness in front of him.
Creepy grunts and sounds of movement came from all directions, rustling came closer, the eyes lurking in the darkness were greedy and hungry, like a drop of blood fell into the sea full of sharks, and the dark waters swept and surged, hiding unknown dangers and vicious prying eyes.
Elinor sat on the rock, indifferent like a sculpture.
The silver-gray fur was covered with a light blood-red light from the moonlight, flowing down the curve of his smooth body shape.
His desire to fight was aroused by the strangle breath floating in the air, which quickly burned through his body as if flames flowed in his blood, as if every muscle and bone roared with excitement, making an agitated howl.
He was not leaving.
A dark monster with putrid slime flowing down his body finally lost its patience. It roared in the darkness and its ugly and huge body was extremely agile. Driven by its instinct, it rushed ferociously at the seemingly unthreatening young wolf in front of him.
Elinor’s brilliant eyes like melted gold had a bloodthirsty excitement suppressed inside.
He avoided the opponent’s attack with amazing agility, his sharp claws slashed through the air from a tricky angle, cut open the opponent’s belly mercilessly, and then he turned gently and gracefully, landing silently on another protruding rock.
Not a trace of blood splashed on the fur thick and soft like running water.
The monster struggled and screamed in pain. The greasy internal organs poured out from the cut open wound. A few dirty tentacles full of sarcoma and bulges stretched out from the corner, dragging the one still howling monster back into the darkness when it came from, and immediately, the sound of the body being torn and crushed mixed with the vague chewing sounds coming from that direction, and the weird swallowing sound sounded from everywhere, making one’s scalp numb.
The monster’s roar stopped.
The surroundings fell into an impalpable dead silence again, every minute and every second was filled the terrifying tranquillity before the storm.
Elinor jumped back to the rock where he was before.
His red and rough tongue licked the fangs ready for action, and the stench of blood dripped from the tips of his claws pressed on the rock, trickling on the cold and pale ground.
He arched his back, his sharp snow-white fangs glinted with a faint cold light, and his vertical pupils rippled with violent and ferocious fighting spirit.
This was unquestionably the posture of a guardian.
The blood moon hanging high looked like ruthless eyes, coldly looking down at the brutal carnage that broke out in the depths of the abyss.
The dull sound of bodies clashing, the blood flowed out of the torn flesh, sharp and malicious roars and wailing sounded in the abyss filled with darkness, the fierce killing aura spread along with the strong smell of blood, intertwining, entangling and escalating under the silent and dim bloody moonlight.
The waning moon gradually shifted.
The scarlet crescent moon moved closer to the rugged broken stone wall, and the unpleasant dark breath gradually weakened, dispersing in the air.
The ground has been stained red with blood, and the pale rock walls that were almost perpendicular to the ground were covered with splashes of blood. The grotesque broken limbs and steaming internal organs looked shocking under the dim moonlight, and a few broken tentacles wriggled and struggled in a pool of blood, sharp tooth marks remaining on the cross section.
The young wolf with its fur soaked with blood stood on a high rock, and its hot breath escapes from its teeth dripping blood. It condensed into a white mist in the cold air, and its body is covered with scars. A pair of shining icy golden pupils were gradually filled with red killing intent with a bloodthirsty desire to choose a prey, looking down at a messy ground underneath.
The monsters watched from the surrounding darkness.
The strengthening effect of moonlight and enticing smell had gradually disappeared. They looked at the scarred little wolf cautiously and enviously, but the hunger aroused by the smell of blood in its body still urged them to move forward.
Elinor spit out blood and minced meat from his mouth. The bodies still wriggling on the rock wall and on the ground exuded an unstoppable smell, sliding down his mouth and nose into the chest cavity, stimulating the secretion of saliva. The smell of a brutal bloody battle stimulated his primitive instinct and appetite. Every cell in his body seemed to be clamouring with hunger, his vision was stained with red, and his sight fell uncontrollably on the dying monster on the ground.
His mouth was still burning with the strong dark elements, but his body was already eager to accept them.
At this moment, the barrier behind him disappeared without warning, and the familiar human aura suddenly appeared behind him, enveloping him with warmth.
Elinor’s eyes cleared in a moment, and he turned to look.
The young man stood under the blood moon gradually disappearing over the of the cliff, with the scarlet moonlight falling on his shoulders, and he stood in the dark as if he had stepped through the darkness.
He quietly swept his eyes across the mess in front of him, but he didn’t seem to be surprised, his sight didn’t even pause. His gaze was fixed on the little wolf standing on the rock wall, his expression focused to the point of gentleness, and then, he stretched out his hand to the little wolf, his clean palm facing upwards, a faint blood-red mark on his pale and fragile wrist slowly disappearing, he made a hug gesture.
Elinor stared at him.
In an instant, pain in his muscles and astonishing fatigue hit him like a wave, and the destruction and assimilation of the dark elements made him physically and mentally exhausted.
The blood-stained world shrank and disintegrated at the edge of his sight, and the ground was approaching him at an unstoppable speed.
Then, he was caught in a warm embrace.
Everything fell into darkness.
Ge Xiu stared at the little wolf in his arms, touched the top of his head with his palm, and fumbled down his spine, carefully avoiding the bleeding scars, rubbing the delicate fluff between his wings lightly with his fingers , gently moving between its blood-stained fur, and then stroked his tail vertebrae, with fingertips sinking into the fur on his corroded tail.
He raised his head, with a too calm expression on his face.
The low-intelligence monsters of the lower abyss saw that the beasts with sharp claws and fangs was replaced by human with thin body and no power to bind a chicken, and roared excitedly. Only some monsters with relatively high intelligence were watching the young man’s body shape, scarlet pupils flashed a look of jealousy, in their simple and mediocre minds, human beings who seemingly is very weak left an impression in their minds. The physical and subconscious fear made them retreat a little bit—
The bloody moon was gradually swallowed by the tip of the cliff, the young man’s chin was sharp, pale as paper, and his deep eyes were concealed in the darkness.
There was a blazing fire in his eyes, but his sight was very cold, as if a gloomy sky above the sea where a storm was brewing.
Ge Xiu tilted his head. His voice was very soft, as if it could be blown away in a gust of wind.
But there is no air currents under the cliff, so every word heavily slammed into the ground:
“How dare you?”
