Ch 36: The God has spoken
The alley was dark, save for the faint glow of moonlight filtering through cracks in the buildings above. Lord Joseph remained on his knees, his heart pounding from the encounter with the supposed voice of the Divine. He felt the weight of despair lifting slightly, replaced by a tentative sense of hope and purpose.
The silence was broken by a faint creak—a wheel grinding softly against the cobblestones. Joseph looked up, startled, to see a figure emerging from the shadows. At first, he thought it was another delusion, but the sound grew louder, and the figure became clearer.
It was Fenrir.
Seated in his wheelchair, Fenrir moved toward Joseph, his hands steady on the wheels, his expression inscrutable. His pale hair gleamed under the moonlight, and his crimson eyes seemed to pierce through the darkness.
"Fenrir?" Joseph whispered, his voice trembling. "How… how are you here? What is this?"