The wolf fired another blast of energy—this time sweeping it across the entire ground, causing multiple explosions in its wake. Ana took to the air to avoid it, but the pain from her missing leg made it impossible to evade everything cleanly.

  Fenrir continued unleashing constant beams in every direction, turning the battlefield into a true hellscape. His wounds had healed completely, giving Ana the grim realization that the wolf’s ichor was nowhere near depleted.

  “He’s still fresh… and I’m already dying,” the goddess thought, panic rising.

  “If he hits me again with that barrage, I’m finished.”

  Ana pointed her sword forward like a lance and shouted:

  “Beanna pollta (Crow’s Thrust)!”

  Then she shot forward like an arrow. Fenrir tried to snap at her again, but Ana pierced straight through the top of his snout.

  When the wolf attempted another energy beam, Ana dissolved into a cloud of ravens, avoiding the attack—though several birds were still vaporized in the blast.

  As the flock regrouped, Ana’s reformed body was covered in blood.

  “Even if you turn partially incorporeal, you can still be damaged by energy attacks… isn’t that right?” Loki taunted from nowhere.

  Ana was exhausted, bleeding heavily, and her vision blurred at the edges.

  “Damn… I’ll have to bet everything on a single strike,” she muttered, lifting herself into the air again before the massive wolf.

  The goddess raised her sword toward the sky, and the heavens turned black.

  Hundreds of goat-headed, red-eyed beings emerged behind her—each wielding a dark blade. One by one, they pointed their swords toward Fenrir.

  “Long ago, there existed a demonic race known as the Fomorians. I can call upon their power through a pact with my dark matter,” Ana declared as more and more of the creatures materialized.

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  Their swords began to glow, and Ana swung her blade downward as she roared:

  “Claimhte Fomoire (Fomorian Swords)!”

  Hundreds of Fomorian swords launched at Fenrir, tearing into the beast with savage brutality. His fangs, ears, and chunks of flesh flew into the air as the swords shredded him mercilessly.

  But Ana wasn’t finished.

  Behind the army of goat-headed demons, a massive figure appeared—a gigantic man with black hair and beard, and a single glowing eye. His presence dwarfed even the Fomorians.

  The giant’s solitary eye shone with devastating power and fired a red beam. Ana moved into position before the blast, letting it propel her forward with her sword drawn.

  “Súil Balor (Eye of Balor)!”

  She struck as the blinding red light enveloped the mountains. Ana appeared behind Fenrir, her sword blazing crimson.

  As the light faded, the giant and the Fomorians vanished into smoke—and Fenrir’s body split horizontally from snout to tail, raining blood as the red beam carved through him like lightning.

  Both halves of the monstrous wolf crashed to the ground with an earth-shaking thud.

  “I have won,” Ana declared, flicking the blood from her night-black sword.

  “Now take me to Rodrigo and Epona, you miserable coward!” she shouted, raising her weapon toward the sky as if threatening Loki himself.

  The Nordic god of lies was no longer laughing—he was furious. Without a word, he shattered the dimension trapping her.

  Ana quickly pulled out her remaining ambrosia and drank it. Her missing leg regenerated instantly.

  “Damn… I can’t waste any more of this or we’ll be in real trouble when it runs out,” she thought.

  Athena, observing all the battles, smiled with contentment.

  “Ana and Tania… true warrior goddesses. They’ll be invaluable to my group,” she thought.

  Ana focused her senses toward Epona and Rodrigo—and realized their energies were almost gone. In a flash, she flew faster than light, breaking into the dimension where they fought just as Tania burst in from the opposite side.

  What they saw ripped their hearts apart.

  Epona lay sprawled on the ground, gravely wounded—

  while Rodrigo had thrown himself between her and Jormungandr’s attack.

  The serpent had lunged its massive head forward, and Rodrigo had shielded Epona’s body—

  a colossal fang impaling him from abdomen to back, venom flooding his young warrior’s body.

  “Rodrigo, NO!” both goddesses screamed.