In an instant, Fenrir's body shot back dozens of meters like a puppet with its strings cut, smashing heavily against the ancient city's mottled stone wall.
The crack of bone mingled with a burst of dust. She collapsed, trembling, in a pile of rubble. Her bloodstained fingertips dug into the cracks between the stones, but she no longer had the strength to push herself up.
The light in her ghostly blue pupils began to fade.
'I can't beat him…'
'I can't beat him at all…'
'Even with Snow Crow, my Frost Wolf Demon Beast, here… even if we joined forces and transformed into the Frost Wolf Knight, we still couldn't defeat this terrifying Evil God Hero…'
'Today…'
'Am I going to die here…?'
'Heh…'
'Of course…'
'I should have known…'
'Pride is never a good habit…'
'That Ratman Warrior, Diablo, even went out of his way last night to warn my personal guard never to underestimate the underground Kobold Hero who became Gluttony's Chosen…'
'But I didn't take it to heart at all…'
