Fenrir's eyes shone like two lanterns, golden flames of fury burning in his pupils. Within those flames were panic, killing intent, and the pure, bone-chilling savagery unique to a beast.
On the way here, he had encountered Xia Mi. The moment he saw his sister's chest pierced through and bleeding without end, and heard that his brother was in danger, his reason had burned away completely.
"Brother!"
Standing atop Fenrir's enormous head, Xia Mi looked toward Amon, who lay fallen on the seafloor, her face full of anxiety.
Odin stood between Fenrir and Amon, staring through the surging currents into those dragon eyes. There was a distance in those eyes that no words could cross, only a blazing sea of gold.
He did not try to shake Fenrir's mind with words—a furious dragon was a furious dragon, even harder to communicate with than a crazed beast!
Before Xia Mi could give the order, Fenrir had already moved.
His immense dragon wings sliced through the seawater, his tail lashing like a whip. Like a black arrow loosed from its bow, he shot straight through the deep sea.
His control over his strength was terrifyingly precise. Every movement of the currents was perfectly measured, reducing resistance to its minimum and amplifying thrust to its limit.
That mountain-like, cumbersome body was astonishingly agile in this deep-sea world where resistance lay everywhere, as though it had returned to the skies.
Odin sidestepped, a nearly imperceptible flicker of surprise passing through his eyes. He realized that he had underestimated his opponent, as well as the suppression this deep sea imposed upon him.
He was the King of Sky and Wind. The realm of divine speed should have been his home ground. But the seawater was thick as glue, and every inch of movement demanded a