"Fenrir Realm..."
Ronan softly uttered the name, as the moon in the night sky before him was continuously turning green.
The moonlight bathed him, initially resembling jade, then slowly transforming to resemble tarnished copper.
The green moonlight gathered around him, seeping through his skin and flesh, as if alive, attempting to burrow into his soul.
A chilling coldness rose from the depths of Ronan's bones, and vaguely, he saw large patches of cloud-like shadows emerging around the full moon above, gradually forming a massive black wolf shadow in the sky.
The green full moon was positioned right at the center of the wolf shadow's forehead, like a third eye, coldly watching him....
"What's going on? Alazan!"
Ronan fully unleashed his spiritual power, resisting the pervasive erosion of the moonlight, while quickly inquiring in his mind.
"It's Fenrir's blessing."
"Fenrir's blessing?"
Ronan frowned.
