No one remembers the moment it started. When those stories that are told in the light of a large campfire, came true.

Many remember that story, which some dictate from simple folklore forgotten in time, about the birth of Fenrir. The wolf of ragnarok, son of the god Loki, destined to kill many gods and bring the end of time.

A story to make puppies afraid of going out alone or being disobedient.

 But what would you tell me, if I told you that they are true? All those myths of the gods and the end of the world.

I know it's real, that all the blood and war are getting closer and closer. May ragnarok hunt in this world, in this reality by betrayal of nature and imposed laws. 

Why do you know all this? Surely you ask me. Because I have seen it I know that it is lurking around the earth in total freedom, without chains that seal it and stop the ragnarok a little more. 

He is eager and bloodthirsty for a pack to follow him. To follow his leadership against the war and the arrogant gods

He will come to me, to the pack that will listen to him until the end of the world, if they listen to my warning..

War moon

Kira and the group watch as the troll growls and runs towards them, turning his trunk into large circles awkwardly. Each of them goes in different directions, while the beast roars trying to reach them. Kira turns to the troll running again before jumping on her back, burying her fangs back in her back; but it doesn't last too long when you have to prevent the troll from grabbing her. 


She begins to run, guided by her sense of smell to head for the waters, the rumbling of the footsteps of the troll they follow her, it is the only thing that tells her without looking back. She can hear others following her and the troll, running between the fire and smoke is quite difficult, getting to feel her lungs burning. When at last she was able to see the edge of the pier, where Maldey's boats can still be seen, jumping straight into one of the boats of Maldey. 


The end of the fight