The guards stood tall, their expressions calm and confident as they waited for Fenrir's answer.
He was silent, eyes fixed on the glowing seal that guarded the path to the seventh floor.
The wind around him stirred gently—less like a breeze and more like the warning growl of a beast.
Still, the guards believed they had him.
Why wouldn't they? Their offer was perfect. No threats, only benefits. For someone as self-serving as Fenrir appeared to be, it should have been irresistible.
"You've made the right choice. No more fighting. No more unnecessary risk. You'll have access to everything you need. Resources, status, safety."
The commander said smoothly.
Another guard added.
"You'll be respected by everyone. Feared, even. You'll be treated well, as one of us. All we ask is that you follow our will… once."
Fenrir tilted his head, eyeing them with a detached expression.
"So… if I take this deal, I'll be under your umbrella."
