[PoV Fenrir]

  Yata collapsed limply, fainting in my arms. His breathing was weak, and his body was covered in cuts and bruises from his reckless attempt to fight off those bastards alone.

  I looked at him warmly. "Thank you again, Yata."

  A deep sense of gratitude etched itself into my soul as I watched him struggle with every ounce of his strength to protect me. More than that, I was grateful. He had set me free.

  Now, it was my turn to protect him.

  "You've done your best. Rest now. I’ll protect you."

  I laid Yata down behind a rock and cast a magical barrier around him. I wasn’t skilled in magic, but it should be enough to keep him safe.

  I glanced back sharply, my eyes cold as I stared at the figures who had tortured us so cruelly.

  Fury surged in my chest, filling my mind with the urge to destroy everything.

  "Now, it’s your turn."

  I turned toward them. Sharp claws emerged from my slender fingers, and a wicked grin spread across my face, revealing pointed fangs among my teeth.

  "You won’t escape death today."

  I could no longer suppress my bloodlust, letting an aura of intimidation suffocate the air around us.

  Tap.

  My presence alone made them take an instinctive step back, fear flickering in their eyes.

  "You think we’re afraid?" Hord dared to step forward, his sword drawn. "There are three of us, and you’re alone. Don’t think that we’ll—"

  "Will what?" I was already standing right in front of him before he could finish his sentence.

  His face turned pale. His mouth froze, unable to speak.

  Slash.

  I swung my hand, tearing into his face with ease.

  His skin and flesh ripped like paper. Blood spurted out violently, filling the air with its sickening metallic stench.

  "Aaaaargh!"

  He fell to his knees, groveling pathetically as he clutched his now-mangled face. His hoarse screams echoed through the air, deafening and terrifying to any living creature within earshot.

  "Pathetic." My voice dripped with disdain as I watched how weak he truly was, so far beneath the arrogance he had flaunted earlier. "You’re not even worthy to stand next to my pet."

  "Hord!" The two other weak gods cried out as they watched me rip his face apart with a single swipe.

  They prepared to attack, but my sharp gaze froze them in place. "Interfere, and your faces will be next."

  I raised my foot high and stomped down on the man’s head, crushing it completely.

  His skull burst open. Blood and bone fragments scattered across the ground, his lifeless body now limp beneath my heel.

  Now, two remained. I glanced at Hojlund and Svart. Their faces had gone deathly pale, their bodies trembling with fear. Rage burned in their eyes as they watched their comrade fall in such a brutal fashion.

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  "Svart, take position!" The ugly Hojlund barked at the fat pig beside him. "We need to avenge Hord!"

  A cold, sinister smile curled on my lips as I watched them prepare for battle. "Finally, some entertainment after being stuck here for so long. I hope this little hunt gives me a good workout."

  "A little hunt?!" Hojlund clenched his jaw, seething at my mockery. "Don’t underestimate us, or you’ll regret it!"

  "Regret?" I raised an eyebrow. "Like this headless one?" My thumb pointed lazily toward Hord’s cold corpse beneath me, a mocking grin spreading wide across my face to intimidate them further.

  Hojlund’s fury boiled over. "You bastard!"

  Without hesitation, I lunged forward, claws extended, ready to shred them apart.

  Hojlund raised his hand and chanted a spell. "Wind protection!"

  A shield of wind suddenly surrounded him.

  But it wasn’t nearly strong enough to stop me. I tore through it without effort, gripping Hojlund’s face with one hand and slamming him forward.

  His body flew violently, crashing through several trees until he finally hit a massive one and fell unconscious.

  "So weak," I scoffed.

  Svart, witnessing the destruction of both his brothers, was now completely consumed by panic. Cold sweat drenched his trembling body.

  "Impossible... Brother Hojlund was the strongest among us..." His voice was barely a whisper.

  The scent of his fear made me grin. "That? Your strongest? Pathetic."

  I walked toward him with deliberate arrogance.

  Svart trembled, his lips muttering a spell under his breath.

  And then, just a few steps away...

  "Dark barrier!" he shouted.

  A dark, spherical shield enveloped him completely. Now, he curled up inside it like a trapped rabbit. No. He’s like a pig than a rabbit.

  Tok. Tok. Tok.

  The barrier echoed as I tapped on it. "Huh, what’s this?" My voice dripped with mockery. "You think this soft little bubble can protect you?"

  "Don’t underestimate it. My magic can withstand Brother Hojlund’s attacks."

  "Really? Let me test it."

  Without hesitation, I struck the barrier with a single punch.

  Crack.

  A large gaping hole opened exactly where I hit it. "Just as I thought, fragile as paper."

  I peered inside through the hole, spotting Svart cowering in fear, like prey trapped inside its own nest. A vicious grin stretched across my face, baring my sharp fangs.

  "You like a pig caught in a trap," I sneered, chuckling lowly.

  I circled the barrier, dragging my claws across its surface, letting the high-pitched screech torment his ears.

  "Did you really think this shield would stop me?" My voice grew louder, intimidating him further. "You know who I am, don’t you?"

  Svart remained silent, too afraid to answer.

  "No response? Are you mute? Or just scared enough to piss yourself?"

  Still, he didn’t answer. His lack of reaction was becoming dull. "Fine, let’s end this."

  With a single kick, his barrier shattered into pieces. Svart was thrown to the blood-soaked ground, his body trembling violently as he struggled to hold himself together.

  "St-stay back, Fenrir," he stammered, crawling backward as I slowly approached him. "We... we were friends once, remember?"

  I paused, rolling my eyes. "Friends? With you?" Disgust twisted my face as I saw him grasping at pathetic lies to cling to life. "I never befriended trash like you."

  "But... back in Asgard, we used to play together, right?"

  My eyes narrowed, jaw clenched. "Yeah, I remember. You always threw rocks at me and mocked me for being different, didn’t you?"

  Svart fell silent.

  I advanced slowly.

  "Stop! I said stop!" He crawled back, his face whiter than ever. He knew there was no escape.

  I raised my clawed hand high. "I’m done with you, Svart. You’ll die now."

  As he turned to flee, I drove my claws straight through his chest. The thick warmth of his blood seeped between my fingers as I pulled my hand free.

  His body crumpled, collapsing in a pool of his own blood. His chest was hollowed out, his breath ragged, and blood bubbled from his mouth. He tried desperately to survive, crawling forward in vain.

  "Pl-please... help me..." His voice was hoarse, begging.

  I crouched beside him, licking the blood off my fingers with a satisfied smile.

  "This is payback for all your cruelty, Svart," I whispered sweetly.

  Soon after, he drew his last breath.

  "This... this is so satisfying! Hahaha!"

  I stood tall, arms spread wide, the rush of victory flooding through me. For the first time, I felt pure, overwhelming satisfaction from exacting my revenge so mercilessly.

  I couldn’t even imagine how it would feel to slaughter every god who had ever hurt me, to crush them without mercy.

  But it wasn’t over yet.

  My ears twitched again, picking up the faint sound of groaning nearby. Hojlund, who had been unconscious, seemed to be waking up.

  "I almost forgot about the final course."

  I walked toward him with light, playful steps, humming like a little girl who had just received her favorite treat.