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 her godmother leave the hotel in the afternoon with their things and again wearing the combat suits, they were already clean. 


"Where will the meeting be?" Kira stretches her back and shoulders a little. The two have spent part of the day touring the bazaar, she even got to buy several small things. 


"We have to take a different boat where we will meet the contact of the dragons" Anastasia walks through the corridors of the bazaar, despite being so late there are still people looking for another type of fun something more adult. 


Kira sighs, she is somewhat fed up with the boats at that moment, she advances through the streets following her godmother. At least she is already calm from what happened before, although the image of the wolf is still persistent in her mind. She watches around trying to distract herself, everything looks very different at night. 


A new journey