Vessel (R-18)

Edona stood before Fenrir, her brows furrowed in confusion. The Fenrir's figure had just mentioned something about making a vessel, and the words hung in the air, like a riddle waiting to be solved.

"I'm sorry, Fenrir," Edona said, her voice tinged with uncertainty. "I don't understand what you mean by making a vessel. Could you please explain? How are we going to do that?"

Fenrir's eyes gleamed with a mixture of sadness and hesitation. He leaned forward, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper.

"Ah, Edona, a vessel is the only key to avoiding my punishment. It is through a vessel that one can channel the forces of the universe, bending them to their will and I can deceive my brother."

Edona's confusion turned into frustration. Fenrir's words danced around her mind, eluding comprehension like wisps of smoke. She had sought his guidance, hoping for clarity, but instead, she found herself drowning in a sea of cryptic messages, that she couldn't understand.