The Absurd Matchup

Lein:???

Lein had rarely played the question-mark storm game in his head anymore.

After all, when it came to pantheons he was familiar with, the information he had was often more complete than that of the traitors in the opposing pantheon. As long as their circumstances hadn't changed too much from what the myths described, events would probably unfold more or less as expected.

But this scene...

Well, he'd never seen anything like it.

A god had grown out of Fenrir's back. To find out who it was, Lein only had to look at the expression on Tyr's avatar beside him.

"O... Odin!?" Tyr could hardly believe his eyes.

Tyr didn't want to believe it, but Odin's single eye was too distinctive. He would recognize that feature even if Odin had been reduced to ash.

In Tyr's mind, the God King Odin was invincible. No matter how brutal his methods, he always managed to beat his enemies into submission. Yet now, he was fused to the Monster Wolf like a conjoined twin. The golden divine armor on Odin's abdomen looked strangely out of place, merged as it was with the wolf's dark, coarse fur.

The metal and living fur twisted and fused together under the force of Chaos, and somehow, the result looked almost harmonious.

That "half-Odin" was already sinister enough, but the three-headed Monster Wolf beneath him was even more grotesque. Fenrir's middle head was a relatively normal giant wolf's head. The left was an enormous Dark Elf's head, while the right looked like it might belong to a Dwarf.

Those two heads had clearly been enlarged; they shouldn't have been that big originally.

Even more horrifying, Chaos tentacles had sewn their eyelids shut like stitches. Their jaws gaped to the limit, yet not a sound came from their