"Thank goodness, thank goodness! We made it in time."
At the R-9 base, Murphy had watched through the Endless One's perspective of time as the black Winter Wolf, Eris, made her entrance at the critical moment and fiercely blocked the mad silver wolf. At last, he let out a long breath.
He hadn't expected the situation at Krim Fortress to deteriorate this badly in just a few hours. Fortunately, Old Su had made arrangements in advance, and after a series of twists and turns, they had finally held out until his good son arrived.
The North Wind God's life, hanging by a thread, was safe for now. Even if Eris was utterly useless, she should be able to keep the silver wolf occupied until Old Su healed himself after the wicked sword in his chest was pulled out.
No matter how bad things got, as long as Old Su became the North Wind God again and launched an attack, every problem could be solved.
"Mannis, you and Tritan block the other side of that Astral Realm rift. I suspect the silver wolf may try to run once she realizes things are going badly."
Murphy warned his collaborator:
"Don't let her escape back into the Astral Realm. She's destined to die in the material world, bringing this whole series of 'wolf grudges' to a perfect close."
"Do you really need to tell me that?"
The Endless One was grinning like a weasel that had stolen a chicken. It hissed and said:
"I've already called Pad over to join the fun. The three of us will block the way, and no matter how capable that silver wolf is, she won't get away. But I made a deal with that astrologer under your command earlier. The fellow named Bol has been scheming to