EXTRA - Fenrir and his new life.

Fenrir stood in a shadowed corner of Helheim, the bleak and frozen realm where the spirits of the dead wandered in endless torment.

The sound of slicing winds echoed off the ancient stone walls, mingling with the wails of lost souls and the hiss of falling snow. It was a place even the mightiest gods feared to tread — but Fenrir was no ordinary being. She was the daughter of Loki, the trickster serpent-god, and had exiled herself here in a desperate attempt to halt the coming of Ragnarök.

She sat alone, her eyes fixed on the distant horizon where the eternal sky met the indistinct earth. Her form, cloaked in shadow-black wolf fur, seemed to blend into the darkness around her. Her fangs, sharp as ancient blades, and her predator's claws were ever-ready for war — yet here, in the stillness of Helheim, only silence remained. Only solitude.