"Take me to the most cursed abode on your planet, which used to be named after Scotti, the goddess of fate. It is a wound that leads directly to Fenris's heart. ”

This was the Emperor's first request to Ruth. At that time, they finally ended the carnival and were able to sit side by side with father and son. In Ruth's room, the head of the ice wolf he had hunted stared gloomily at the two uninvited guests with empty eyes.

Riemann pulled the brazier by the wall with his foot, and threw two dry branches into it to make the fire burn more vigorously, to dispel the chill he felt at hearing this request. As soon as he heard the description, he knew what it was talking about, a place that even he hated.

"Syltyr's Gate." "The abode of the king of the elves, the passage to the nether," he said, "the abode of the king of the elves, where the dead gather and feast as they did when they were alive. ”

"Then that's exactly what I'm looking for." The emperor replied.

Ruth raised a thick brow. "Is there really a fairy king there?"

"There's something even more terrifying."

Then he didn't want to say more. Riemann understands this, and the head wolf will not explain the purpose of each arrangement to the wolf cubs below, and those young people know how to round up and bite at the right time, and thinking too much will help.

Therefore, Fenris's once best wolf, Riemann, had to walk alone with his father through the rocks like a wolf cub. When he saw a canyon formed in the abrupt depression of the earth—the traces of ancient glacial erosion—he knew he was close to his target.

He found that his father was even more familiar with the place than he was. Obviously, he knew what was going to be here, or rather it was for it. In other words, the father may know closer to the original truth than he does, as if ...... It was as if he had witnessed it with his own eyes.

Fenris is not always cold, and sometimes shows a ferocious anger at her children, like a vicious and sick mother. The poisonous fire and magma in her body always erupt from the craters of various sizes from time to time, harvesting the hapless creatures.

And the crack in the depths of the canyon, though never erupted, sparked more fear than its grumpy kind. Because it leads to the fiery core of Fenris, it is reverently called the Furnace of Souls by the Rune Priests, the Gates of Syrtir, the entrance to the realm of the dead. The heat that blows from its mouth reaches the foot of the mountains, nurturing a vast forest and plain.

It is believed that it is through this narrow hole that those who have died have been processioned into the Nether to receive their retribution. The circle of skeletons surrounding the entrance of the cave is one of the manifestations of their primitive superstition.

Ruth walked over to the rift first, and looked down. The stench of hydrogen sulfide pierced his nose, and even the original frowned slightly. It is literally harmful to the living. His golden braids were blown by the hot wind, and sweat was dripping from the corners of his forehead, and if a weak mortal were here, he would probably lose consciousness and fall into the cave and become another dead person.

"Glacier representing ice, magma representing fire, amber representing the form of flowing air, soil representing the earth, and me representing the soul." Ruth frowned as he said this, but repeated the shaman's words word for word. His perfect memory allows disliked words to be accurately reproduced, which, like many of his talents, is useful, but not always liked by him.

"When these elements come together, the gates of Syrtil will be opened for the living." He pointed to the deep crack in the rock.

At the bottom of the deep cavern, a little crimson danced. Its core was a fiery white that pulsated like Fenris's heart. This flame sustains the life force of this frozen planet, creating a terrifying and beautiful environment for them.

"Without shamans, it's dangerous here, even if it's still dangerous." Ruth retracted his head and explained to his father. He hated it, not because of the threat, but because of ...... It made him feel so familiar in his bones, as if a person was familiar with the shadow in a mirror. The old shaman said that it was because he was the soul of Fenris, but Ruth didn't like it.

The weight of a planet, even for his shoulders, is too heavy. It was so heavy that he thought it was a curse in disguise, almost a sign that sooner or later he would leap down and fall into it.

"Her craftsmen used to love her." The Emperor also walked over and glanced down.

Ruth expressed confusion in a guttural voice.

"I've seen her young, Fenris's world-casting fire......" his father's voice smacked of memory, the old smell of old books. There was a group of young and bold ...... Blacksmiths came to the planet, pulled out the flames from the earth's crust, and resolved to decorate them. It was a time of daring, and people believed they could do anything to satisfy even the tiniest of their desires. And this fire finally took shape on the anvils of the blacksmiths. ”

"Why are they doing this?" Riemann asked, this kind of thing was beyond his imagination. It was as if everything had been rounded and flattened by the person in the emperor's mouth.

"In order to modify the planet to conform to the mythology of their imagination, to achieve some kind of vision—a vision of god-making. They hope to recreate the epic of that bitter cold land, to summon the savage and noble phantom characters in it, and help them to help this civilized and degenerate society. They call it Project Twilight. Like many of the fantasies of the era, the project was initially fruitful, but ultimately failed over the years. There was no fluctuation in the emperor's eyes, as if he was just stating that one plus one equals two. The vast majority of good visions can be used as material for the road to hell. ”

"Like Fenris's wolf?" Riemann blurted out, his tongue good enough to tell the difference between a wolf pack and a man, except that the former was more twisted and weird, apparently from the same lineage. Wolves are blood relatives of the Fenris, literally.

"Like the wolves of Fenris, or rather, like the ancestors of Fenris. Those who misuse technology end up being distorted by it, just as those who seek hope fall because of hope. The Emperor lightly told the planet-shaking secret, and before Ruth could react, he jumped down.

Riemann stretched out his hand, but his movements were still half a beat slower, and he could only let his fingertips brush the corners of his father's clothes. He froze in place as he watched the figure disappear into a cloud of scarlet. After a while, the wolf king muttered to himself.

"It doesn't matter, no flame can extinguish him...... Because he himself is the flame. ”