Chapter 95 – The Birth of Fenrir

  The underground chamber remained silent, save for the faint hum of residual energy from the ritual that had just concluded. The air was thick with a strange fusion of elements, remnants of both science and magic intertwining in ways that should not have been possible.

  Eo stood before his creation, his gaze filled with satisfaction.

  The massive black wolf—now more than just an ordinary beast—stood still, its molten-gold eyes locked onto its creator. There was no fear in its gaze, no confusion. Instead, there was something eerily close to reverence.

  Antru and Aelith, still bound, watched the scene unfold in stunned silence.

  Neither of them spoke.

  He shifted his gaze back to the wolf, who stared at him affectionately, as if recognizing something greater than itself.

  This was no longer the dying creature that had once clung to its final breaths. It had been reforged.

  It had been reborn.

  For any organic creature to function, it required a structured biological system—a network of organs, veins, and nerves designed to regulate life processes. However, such systems were inherently limited.

  They were bound by evolution, shaped by external pressures over time, and constrained by the physical world.

  Eo rejected these limitations.

  His method was different. He was not bound by nature's design.

  The dying wolf was on the verge of collapse. Its internal organs were failing, its body unable to sustain itself any longer. A typical healer would have attempted to repair the damage, but Eo did not see the point in merely restoring what was already broken.

  Instead, he sought to replace it entirely.

  Etching the Formation into the Flesh

  Magic formations, by nature, required a stable medium—usually a rune-inscribed material such as stone, metal, or enchanted parchment. Organic matter, however, was highly unstable. Flesh rotted, blood circulated, and cells died and regenerated in constant cycles.

  To counter this, Eo first altered the wolf's biological structure.

  Using his Elemental Blood, a highly adaptable fluid infused with magic-conductive properties, he reinforced the wolf’s body from within. The blood circulated in a new, structured manner, serving as a conduit for magical energy transmission.

  However, merely enhancing the blood was not enough. The flesh itself needed to accept the formation.

  Eo applied a precise etching process, using a combination of heat manipulation (Amber element) to carve microscopic rune patterns directly into the wolf’s bones, water infusion (Mist element) to cool and stabilize the process, preventing cellular breakdown, and blood absorption (Abyssal Instinct) to bind the magic formation permanently into the creature’s essence.

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  Unlike traditional runes, which sat on the surface of an object, these were integrated into the biological framework itself—they became a part of the wolf, functioning in perfect synchronization with its movement and magical circulation.

  False Faith – The Missing Component

  Despite its enhancements, the wolf’s body still lacked a core regulating system for its new magical structure. Without a method to stabilize magical output, the creature would suffer from internal energy fluctuations—leading to rejection, collapse, or uncontrolled outbursts of power.

  This is where False Faith came in.

  False Faith was a phenomenon Eo had observed before—an artificial belief system, a construct of mind over reality. It acted as a stabilizing force, allowing the mind to shape magic according to its own perception rather than following natural laws.

  By infusing a small amount of False Faith into the wolf, Eo did something previously unheard of—he created an artificial sense of self-belief within the beast.

  Now, the wolf’s magic no longer fluctuated. It no longer needed to consciously regulate its energy flow, nor did it require instinct to guide its power. Instead, its body accepted its new state as truth, functioning as if it had always been this way.

  Through this, Eo achieved what was previously impossible:

  A perfectly controlled, fleshbound sigil creature.

  A being neither bound by natural biology nor restricted by artificial enchantments.

  It was something new.

  Something beyond both science and magic.

  Eo observed the wolf for a moment longer, his mind processing the details of his work.

  It was perfect.

  Then, an old memory surfaced.

  A human folktale, something he had once read in scattered records—a story of a mighty wolf, one that defied even the gods.

  He found the name fitting.

  "Fenrir."

  The wolf perked up at the name, as if sensing the weight behind it.

  Eo gave a slight nod. "That will be your name."

  Fenrir lowered its massive head slightly—a gesture not of submission, but of acknowledgment.

  Aelith, still staring in stunned silence, felt her chest tighten. This was not just a creation.

  This was the birth of something that should not exist.

  Something that shattered the boundaries of what was possible.

  And yet—Eo had done it effortlessly.

  Eo stepped forward, placing a hand against Fenrir’s massive frame. The fur was warm, pulsating faintly with stored energy.

  It was time for its first directive.

  "Go." His voice was steady, absolute.

  Fenrir listened, waiting.

  "Guard the forest behind the Magical Academy. Do not engage unless necessary. Keep to the shadows. Do not draw attention."

  Fenrir's golden eyes flashed, acknowledging the command.

  Unlike a normal beast, he did not need further explanation. The runes carved into his body allowed him to understand intent, to process commands with near-human intelligence.

  There was no need for training.

  No need for repetition.

  He simply knew.

  Eo lifted his hand. "Go now."

  And in an instant—Fenrir vanished.

  The chamber shuddered with the force of his departure, the air displacing violently as the beast launched itself into the shadows, moving with impossible speed.

  Aelith and Antru barely had time to process what had happened before silence returned once more.

  Only then did they realize—

  The monster had left no trace behind.

  Not a sound. Not a footprint.

  As if it had never been there at all.

  Eo turned back to the chamber, his tendrils retracting slightly. The experiment was successful. Fenrir was complete.

  Now, it was time for the next phase.

  His gaze drifted back to Antru and Aelith, both of whom were still too shaken to speak.

  "Soon," voice cold yet unwavering.

  "You will understand."