Winning the War

Bjorn was on the ground. He looked up at the sky, chuckling.

"I guess, at the end of the day, I just cannot hope to beat someone like you. There are some mountains that I just cannot hope to cross." Bjorn sighed.

"The world is not completely unfair. There are always chances that some might get that will make them supremely powerful. I did not become like this because Fenrir chose me. I did not become like this because I was lucky. In fact, I am at the position I am in because I was unlucky, and a few wolves wanted to hound me to death. They made one slight miscalculation, and I became a werewolf. I earnt Fenrir's power. Well, all of this is pointless with someone like you. You are forever stuck in Valhalla. Maybe that is a boon, maybe it is your worst decision. But let me just tell you one thing. After the mortal realm, nothing even remotely compares in terms of opportunity." Lucas said. 

He then sighed as he sat down.