It was her time to do night patrol, as a squire, her training permitted it. With tiny steps, Neia with her short blonde hair and fierce eyes glared over the very top of the wall. Her eyes fixated upon the forests that went on for miles, cutting them off from the Slaine Theocracy. The road to Re-Estize was hardly defensible like their great wall.

A faint smile curved over her lips, but as quickly as it appeared, it vanished. Her eyes drifted to the equipment in which she carried for her superiors. She was not the Paladin she had originally wanted to be, but she was useful as she was now.

Running a hand through her short blonde hair, her feral eyes nearly jumped at the sound of her mother's voice. "Keep up!" Her mother called out, not even looking in her general direction as she did, Neia had been lagging behind.

Hearing the order loud and clear, she couldn't help but nod quickly and picked up the pace. There was no room for questioning her mother, nor her superiors. Though she did detest the leader of the Paladin Order, Remedios.

The woman had the audacity to take on her position without ever having to be a Squire herself, simply thanks to her talents alone. It angered her so.

With her white and blue tunic's skirting following her hips, covered in black leather pants, as she moved along she smiled to herself. As she did, Neia could hear the jingling of the equipment she hauled over her shoulder and under her arm and the light fluttering of her cloak.

For a moment her eyes lowered to her thigh-high boots, which were lightly armored on the flat top of her foot and along her shin. What changed, however, was a sudden shadow which arched over the entire wall ahead of her.

Instinctively she froze in place, slowly lowering her raised foot to the ground. Her mother and fellow Paladin both did the same before turning their heads to see the disturbance.

A fortress of menacing proportions shadowed over the land, capable of cutting a sun's light in two. Mists and fog covered the grounds surrounding it in all directions, creeping along the exterior walls of the Holy Roble Kingdom.

What had just happened, couldn't even correlate in their minds. A massive fortress diagonally submerged in the ground, they couldn't even see the bottom of the wall anymore.

The structure was layered, what appeared to be the base was wider. What appeared to be a few more stories up, got smaller and at the very top was a pointed spire. There, however, were no windows. Not a single place for a spyglass or a scrying tool to take a gander through. There was one visible entrance, a towering archway that stood in ruin.

Everyone on the wall was mystified, but after a few seconds of realizing nothing else was occurring, they began reacting by scurrying about along the wall.

The warning bells began to ring in such vigor that panic was destined to ensue. The people of the City could be heard shouting and screaming, believing the worst was going to occur. They were to shut themselves away into the shelters, their homes, as the Paladins were going to deploy from their regional camp.

Whether or not it was an invasion of some sort, it was clear they were now dealing with something or someone of another level. They needed to learn how this gigantic structure had gotten here, where it came from, who or what lived within it... No human known could've done this.

Without another word, Neia knew to follow her mother, as the Paladins were assembling, to the courtyard of one of their many many churches closest to the wall.

Forming rows, a number of higher-ranked Paladins were in the front, while she stood amongst the other squires behind their superior Knight.

Her eyes narrowed on Gustav, the adjutant under the current Grandmaster. Her eyes traced over the light-greyish brown hair cut short and dapper, down to his middle-aged face. This man often defended her skill, despite the lack of it with that of a sword. He was good to her, so she forced a blatant smile which caused many of her colleagues to give a bit more space.

She watched as he selected a number of skilled Paladins, ones she did and didn't know by name. However, her mother was not amongst those selected to go and investigate.

Seeing her smile, Gustav nearly stopped in his tracks with a jolt, before chuckling to himself. Those sharp eyes and almost creepily murderous looking smile seemed to steal away her charm. Despite that though, he walked over to her and held out a journal for her to take.

She blinked lightly as she reached out and accepted it in her hands, her wrists enforced by leather bracers.

With unquestionable charisma, he spoke encouragingly, "My young friend, it is imperative that you record the findings within this... Abberation. By all means, it must be returned, for we must know what we face. Do you accept this burden?"

Her lips parted slightly as her smile faltered, a stern expression took her face as she nodded lightly to this task. "Yes, Gustav-dono. I will accept this with honor, and swear to return with it intact." It was an honor to deviate from her current responsibilities to be thrown into the excitement of a possible battle!

Neia's gaze drifted to her mother, finding eyes of approval as she had accepted this task dutifully.

For the next couple of hours, other Paladin groups were sent out to investigate the exterior, search for enemies outside. There was nothing, no visible defenses. The grass was frozen and crunched under their feet.

It was eerily quiet, they couldn't even hear the bells ringing along the walls as they moved about in the frosty mists that didn't belong. Being in the mist felt as if they were exploring a winter wasteland, one could quite easily claim that it is not something they'd ever experienced before.

However, it felt as if they were being watched.

Every so often they saw blue eyes peering through the mist from the corner of their eyes, but as quickly as they turned to see it, those eyes had vanished.

Having secured the area around the tower, they rested until morning, she could hardly sleep.

When it came time to disembark for the tower's interior, Neia walked slowly behind her superior Holy Knights of the Paladin Order. The book in one hand and a writing utensil in another. She could feel the unknown eyes upon her and on all of the others as well. It gave her a slight shiver upon her spine, one that caused goosebumps to take shape under her attire, almost making her want to pull her cloak closer to herself.

"What is this feeling...?" She uttered under her breath, whispering to herself, noticing how her breath then appeared before her in the frost. With her heart rate rising, she quickened her pace after her compatriots.

It took them nearly fifteen minutes to reach the gaping mouth of the archway. Having gotten a closer look, the Paladin all looked on in awe. The walls were inscribed with glowing ancient-looking runic illustrations, telling the tale of the Underworld, this alone inspired fear in them.

Neia watched as many of their faces paled, but they didn't stop their advance. She followed them with the book given to her in hand, she began etching out quick rundowns of the illustrations as she moved along.

To her, all of these were fascinating as if they answered questions about the afterlife and what was to come soon after death. This place though it gave death a place, it didn't quite feel real...

As they wandered down the long corridor, it felt like they were walking for miles, even hours. She had filled several of the pages with etchings of illustrations and notes of her observations. It was as if the inside of this massive tower, was even larger on the inside than it was on the out.

As that idea became realized in all of their minds it felt very, very, unsettling.

"How long does this tunnel go...?" One of them questioned in frustration.

"Keep yourself tempered, Paladin. If we cannot remain calm, we cannot vanquish the possible evil that roams these halls." One of the men said with a very stern and harsh tone as if he was hushing him into silence with a hiss through his teeth.

Neia's eyes danced over each of the older men within the group and a couple of the women. They all had their weapons drawn. She could see easily that some of them were more than willing to break rank and retreat at the first sign of danger.

It wasn't something she was used to, not at all, seeing all of these heavily trained Holy Knights being such cowards before the unknown ahead of them.

That was when they spotted the light, it was the end of the tunnel.

Strange, Neia thought, as she swore she could hear a waterfall and the tweeting of birds.

As they exited the mouth of the corridor, they found themselves staring out to a thickly forested area. They were dumbfounded, seeing such a massive biome and even an unfamiliar sky up above.

Looking forward to the trees, there appeared to have a passageway carved through it, the grounds were coated in heavy mist.

"What in the hell is thi-" One of the Paladins stopped talking as if they had choked on their tongue, before stepping back slightly seeing a tall figure almost eight feet tall. An aura nearly made the man fall backward screaming, before doubling back, pushing the other paladins out of his way.

Neia blinked several times at the display, she had never thought someone of such caliber would just up and run away like a child. How were they going to protect the Kingdom if they couldn't stand their ground here?

Standing by the entrance of what appeared to be a labyrinth of some kind, was the figure that caused the Paladin to go into mass hysteria and flee. It was dressed in black half-plate armor with a silver muster, partially covered and skirted by dark blue robes with a silver lining. A white-furred dark blue cloak also decorated the man's shoulders, as it was tattered on the end and seemingly moving without wind. Looking to his armored boots, it could be seen that he wore baggy trousers skirted by black armor plating, with the layered robing hanging from beneath the plates.

She was almost instantly enamored by the holy aura that she felt from it, but after a few seconds, she felt the very same horror as the previous man. Her attention was suddenly taken by the charging of her fellow Paladins. Despite the fear, they moved forward with their weapons at the ready. It was like seeing beastmen mindlessly being lured in to be slaughtered like pigs!

Neia's legs, however, didn't budge, she couldn't turn to run and she couldn't look away. She was frozen stiff watching as two of the Paladins charged the man as if they were being drawn in by death itself. "Wha..."

In utter amazement and genuine horror, her eyes locked with the man's. His left eye held a color like a burning ember to a flame and the other ice blue like a winter lake, with the pupils of a wolf. A nearly impossible to discern, callous, expression on his face.

"Who are you...?" His strong aristocratic tone was the only thing that echoed her in-ears over the clashing of his gauntlet as he broke a holy blade with his hand, sending them all stumbling back.

At first, he didn't try to kill them, but his transformation had already begun. The sickening sound of muscles expanding, bones snapping and moving about beneath. His face hardly contorted with pain as it merely twitched with mere annoyance as a green light momentary covered him.

She dared not look, closing her eyes as the dreadful sight began.

Within the next few seconds, a wolf on all fours and twice the size of a standard horse stood before them. With a low snarl, it let out an all-deafening and painful howl that shook the earth beneath their feet.

It was no normal wolf!

As if woken by the sound of imminent death itself, Neia stumbled over her own feet as she twisted around on her heel to run away. She only made it a few feet before she felt a full plate boot, pick up her leg from behind and suddenly shoved backward.

"Your noble sacrifice to save our lives won't be in vain Criminal Eyes!" The culprit called out as they continued on running after snagging the book from her grasp.

First, she saw the fake sky above, it was a greyish-blue and lifeless, which she couldn't defer from a real one. Following the next few seconds, she felt the back of her head smack hard into the cold ground beneath her, causing her to briefly blackout from the intense throbbing pain the shot through her senses.

When she opened them, however, only to see a massive shadow passing overhead leaving a trail smoky black mist seeping from its backside. Her eyes widened as she watched the creature chase after her colleagues till they reached the mouth of the corridor.

Then, as she was pushing herself up on her elbows, it stopped and turned its head to the side. She could see sharp white fangs glistening in the daylight. Suddenly, the aura the monster emitted before which caused such panic vanished without a trace. Still fear had already settled into her heart and she scooted back, her cloak popping off from around her neck as she did so.

Just as Neia was about to scurry unto her feet, its voice snarled out, "Halt!"

That was when she found herself unable to move again, stuck in a vulnerable position, but this time the sensation was different. It was as if she was being held in place as her back was to the monster.

Her lips quivered, she didn't want to die, with great effort she hesitantly turned her head.

In the coming seconds, she watched as he returned to his original size and shape. His armor had returned, having strangely vanished during his transformation.

He had short stylish salt and pepper hair with greyish-silver hair on the sides and black on top, along with a Vandyke beard on his chin and under his nose. From a glance, he appeared as a nobleman, a warrior, and a mage with heavy holy aura about him.

"Who... Who are you...?" Fearful for her life, these were the only words she could muster.

Though he held a callous expression, he was curious about her. But what was most notable was that he was also curious about what seemed to be his surroundings.

He knew where he was, but seemed entirely confused about why he wasn't seeing his HUB. The transformation had felt almost instinctual to him. His eyes wandered her up and down.

Neia swore she could hear him muttering about there being no clock or hot bar of any kind. She had no idea what he was mumbling about to himself.

"Jakku Gurahamu... And you lady...?" His voice as harsh as his eyes were as they finally narrowed on her face. This beast was looking into her eyes as if they were windows to her soul. That was when he cast a spell, one that she did not necessarily recognize.

『Discern Enemy』

Still, she couldn't even move a single member of her major muscle groups, let alone her big toe. "N-Neia..." The young squire hardly made out her own name.

When he had cast that spell, he had become just a bit more confused. Rather than seeing a screen with information, it just flooded into his mind. This girl, she was weaker than any player that would dare enter the largest base on Niflheim.

"Hah! What is the meaning of this?" Going from harsh to almost seeing her as pathetic, he reached forward and pinched her cheek, lightly stretching it enough to reveal her teeth.

A faint, though forced, a smile formed over her lips as she raised both her brows. Was... Was he going to spare her? Let her return to the Roble Kingdom alive? No, his eyes of heterochomia traced over her face, before he lightly ran a hand through her hair.

Based on his tone, she expected a smile to be stretched legions across his lips, but instead, there was a distinctive morose frown conquering them. This frown was that of one that couldn't be mistaken for anything else other than someone who was lost and empty.

There was no excitement from the brief chase of the Paladins, not a single hint in his eyes.

"Where did you come from...?"

"I uh... I come from... The Holy Roble Kingdom..." Neia managed to squeak aloud though softly, able to clearly move her mouth without regard to what held her in place.

"... I've... Never heard of it." Jakku stared at her confounded, he could hear her heartbeat, smell her pheromones and very much so even here fear. "Wherever you came from, no matter who you're affiliated with, you are now my prisoner. You will tell me everything you know... And until then, you are stuck in that pitiful position."

It was clear she was going to be stuck here for a while, but how much did she really know?

Neia was but a squire, she was no Paladin and she wasn't a Knight. Her only talent laid in that of a ranger, but even then, she was no master of the arts she was blessed with. So what exactly was everything? What did he find interesting, important? She gulped as he brought his face close to hers as he lowered his towering self to match her height, imposing his shadow upon her.

The only thing on her mind? There was no escape from him, her only thought was that she was going to die here, alone, by his bloody hands... She was coming close to fainting from the assumption entirely, knowing she would die on her feet either way.

...

Mere hours ago, Jakku had been standing at the entrance of the Labyrinth on the First Floor of Hel's Citadel, the Guild Base that sat enthroned in the center of the World known as Niflheim.

This base originally contained 3000 levels of NPC Data Storage, capable of being expanded through the purchase of premium items from the in-game shop. It stuck out diagonally from the surface of a massive arctic wasteland, covered in snow and ice, surrounded by legions of frozen blue zombie-like undead unique to the World of Niflheim.

Unlike many other iterations of Zombies, these creatures had higher intelligence levels, greater strength and a variety of skills that allowed them capable of using weapons.

The base itself had a higher difficulty level than the Great Tomb of Nazarick. Two guilds, his own Blue Citadel, and another fairly smaller guild fought over this base. Their fighting eventually entered the base itself, forcing them not only to fight one another but also a powerful boss.

Ultimately the opposing Guild was eliminated within the next fifteen minutes of entering the first floor. Continuing through the interior of the Dungeon, his guild charged through with him in the lead. Using his World Champion class to give him an edge, and capable of solo fighting a number of the first bosses on the lower floors.

He had known teamwork, he had learned how to be better at fighting monsters and players, all because of his previous affiliation with another guild.

Ainz Ooal Gown was founded by a group of friends and lead by a later co-worker. As the son of a prominent Corporation Chairman, Ainz Ooal Gown had been the place he called family for about five years starting near the end of his expensive high school education. A couple of years later when he finally turned eighteen years old, he gained a management position, overseeing Suzuki Satoru's workplace.

Not long after that, he met the love of his life in person, Bukubukuchagama, also known as Kazumi Kumi through her agent.

Kumi was a voice actress who often voices loli characters and was the older sister of Peroroncino. He bought all of the media she was involved in, including posters that featured her characters and various other limited collector's items. At one point he even used a three-dimensional printer to print out a scale model of herself to put on his nightstand.

Sometimes he felt he was a little too obsessed with her work, in everything she did. The two of them got along well and they began going out outside of the game.

Whenever they weren't working or playing YGGDRASIL, that was when they were together. With his funds, he was even able to put together a secondary DMMO suite for her to use whenever she came over, so they could play together.

As Suzuki's supervisor, they often talked about the game, even though they couldn't talk about the real world inside of it. It was a great way not only to pass the time but to stay interested in work. Though that didn't necessarily stop them from feeling overworked by the end of the day.

Either way, it moved much faster to be working with a friend, allowing him to get through the day with relative calm. On the outside, he had always seemed mature, sometimes callous, despite his apparent age in the workplace.

Unlike Suzuki however, he was not paid by Salary, but rather hourly due to being a relatively high skilled worker with a higher educational level than most others employed in the same office.

His happiness came to an end, unfortunately, four years before the end of YGGDRASIL. His personal terminal was hacked by an activist who wanted to target his father and family. Thanks to this a scandal ruined everything.

Nude images of his girlfriend, a voice actress, leaked out onto the web. Images that he was supposed to delete after receiving them, images that never should've been on a networked interface. Kazumi lost all trust in him, publically humiliated, she ended it with him which utterly destroyed him. For him, his life ended in both worlds in which he adored despite how bleak one was compared to the other.

The Vigor that kept him going, motivated to do just about anything in the game, was drained. He drowned himself in his work and eventually stopped signing into YGGDRASIL for a month. It felt nearly impossible for him to move on from a relationship that spanned several years.

Immediately after returning he unexpectantly left Ainz Ooal Gown, unable to remain in the same guild as his ex. He founded a new guild within the same week, formed from many other high tier heteromorphic players he poached or recruited while they were without a guild.

As he had drowned his life in work, he changed routes and drowned himself within the game. Not only did he acquire World Champion from the official tournament of Niflheim.

His continued contributions to his guild continued to grow and grow. Even after obtaining the Citadel, he created the Floor Guardians with the help of his most elite five members. Wasting money, he also did what the guild of Ainz Ooal Gown chose to do, and used purchased gacha items in large numbers.

Raids against his guild began, but none of them were able to get passed the fourth floor. It was still at a higher difficulty than the Great Tomb of Nazarick, if not even higher than before.

Whenever members were online, they would often join the NPCs in the fights against the enemy invaders. Even he joined them in PvP, which often caused complaints due to his having the World Champion Class.

It wasn't hard for him to fight, having learned from his old friends, he single-incidentally turned his guild into one of the rivals to that of Ainz Ooal Gown. Yet even then, he felt empty. There had been so much to consume, to build upon, and yet... His motivation began to slip.

A year before the end of the game began to end, members of his Guild began to leave. Most of them giving him their gear and personal items as a sign of resignation and respect.

He simply stored them away in the Citadel's treasury, he didn't care as much as he did when he was once part of 'something' bigger than just a Guild.

Without Ainz Ooal Gown, he had very little to talk about with his friend at work. Things began to slow down, and as the last day of YGGDRASIL was coming about... He received a message of Reconciliation from Kumi and for a brief moment, he thought he had regained everything, everything that he had lost.

Then before he knew it, as he engrained this new memory into his mind, everything disappeared as the server clock reached 0:00:00. The HUB was gone, the hot bar was gone, but he was too mentally occupied with what had transpired moments before.

Now, he was standing in front of a small girl with fierce dark blue eyes and short blonde hair. She was petite and afraid. It was something he wasn't used to seeing as the game itself didn't show emotional expressions on the faces of Players or even the NPCs.

He had just declared she was his prisoner, and that he wasn't going to release her from paralysis.

What in the world was he doing? He kept a stern and cold expression, his eyes exploring her face for a brief moment before out of nowhere, he plucked her right off her feet.

Like a cardboard cutout, Jakku tucked her under his arm after clipping her cloak back into place. He didn't hesitate to begin walking in the direction of the entrance to the Labyrinth, curved trunks and branches forming an archway ahead of them. He could hear her rate of breathing increase, along with heart rate. He liked its sound, even though it screamed out how scared she was that he was going to tear her to bits.

Jakku pursed his lips as he didn't seem at all slowed by her weight. Not only was she short, but she was also rather portable, in a way... Fun-sized. "Your name is Neia, yes?" While his tone was polite, it never lost the sternness or the blatant cold feeling to it.

Hearing him asking for a confirmation on her name, she gulped and nodded. "Y-Yes," she didn't like being manhandled, but she wanted out of this position.

If he took her too far into wherever this was, she was sure she'd be trapped or even eaten alive.

"Where are you from, in the Holy Roble Kingdom?" He'd ask with a plain and dry tone, it hardly sounded like an interrogation, but he was sure the answers would come to him either way.

"Hoburns, the Holy Capital," she kept her words short and to the point. She didn't necessarily want to give too much information, but she wasn't going to lie either. A member of the Paladin Order had sacrificed her to this... Creature, whatever he was, a being who could paralyze her without killing her or stopping her breathing.

"Still never heard of it," Jakku clacked his teeth together in slight annoyance to this fact. He had no idea what was going on outside of his place, nor who was outside, let alone where he was.

These people didn't look like natives from the world in which his base was settled. They also didn't seem to be like any sort of character he had seen before. Especially with the whole emotional spectrum, tied to the new senses he was getting.

There was no way in hell he was capable of feeling this girl's tunic in the game, but he was. He was even tempted to feel more, but the idea of hearing Buku's voice again stopped him.

"Who is the leader of your Kingdom?"

"The Holy Queen, Calca Bessarez," she stared up at him warily, though to him it looked like she was just glaring daggers at him with those fierce eyes of hers.

Shaking his head lightly hearing her words, he once more had no idea who she was talking about. He had never heard of a Guild Leader with that name, or anything similar to it. "Calca? Like Calculus? What kinda name is that...?"

Clenching her jaw the best she could, she gave him a once over as that is all she could do, "You would insult the Holy Queen? Have you no Sanctity? You are a holy man, are you not?"

Coming to a stop as they entered a forked path, his gaze matched hers for a few seconds before looking to the greyish-blue lifeless sky above. "A holy man? Just because I have a holy aura, does not make me a Holy Man."

After a brief moment, what looked like a woman clad in red armor could be seen flying overhead with a pair of draconic wings sprouting out from her back.

Neia held her breath, never having seen such a sight, though she had heard of the humanoid Dragon Queen of the Dragon Kingdom who could cast Wild Magic.

Could this person up above them be the same? Though they weren't, there was no way of her knowing. She simply waited until the being passed.

A Dragonoid and much like the man who held her gave off a Holy Aura of sorts. She had enthralling crimson hair with shined lustrously, accompanied by dashing deep blue sapphire eyes. The woman even had fair skin and light freckles that weren't even visible from a distance.

They however just continued to pass overhead, several high dragons following her above the treetops. It was as if they were patrolling the general area, but mostly the forest itself.

Once the redhead was out of sight, he looked forward again and went marching on down the right pathway. That was of course after looking down at Neia as she let her held breath swiftly escape from her mouth with a gasp for air.

"That's not healthy, you know."

Blinking up at him, Neia wasn't expecting health advice.

Her eyes began to travel, about the direction her face was stuck looking in. The trees were rather uniform, though some of them had faces carved into them while others didn't. There were even some pumpkins that had faces and candles inside of them randomly sewn along with the oversized roots.

They were unlike any trees she had seen before, especially the ones with faces, as it reminded her of treants written about in books. "Beast! Where are you taking me?"

"Silence girl, before I bite out your tongue," Jakku looked down at her again as he continued walking, both of them hearing the trees shift about behind them. The maze was capable of changing itself, like mixing up a puzzle.

Now afraid of him once more, she even started to believe they were indeed treants that surrounded them now due to the sound of movement. If she listened to his words, she wouldn't lose her tongue... That was what he was leading her to believe, yet his hands remained gentle.

After about thirty minutes to an hour of being carried, she could feel her legs and arms becoming free. Except, she didn't want to move in fear that he would cut her down before she had the chance to escape.

Then suddenly she found that they were now standing in a different biome all together. Behind them was the forest, but in front of them looked like a desert wasteland with massive sandstone walls leading into another maze of sorts.

The smell of toxic tar and sulfur farts reached their senses, immediately causing her to squirm within his arm. This alerted him that she was capable of movement, but he had already known the cooldown of the spell he used.

"Can I put you down without you running away?" She was trapped, there was no getting away. However, he wanted to make sure she wasn't going to kill herself by trying in the first place.

"You have me cornered Jakku-dono... With all my might, I would likely die before I can return to my homeland, wherever that may be... This place, was that archway, a gate to another realm?"

"Welcome to Hel's Citadel," snorted Jakku as a reply to her question which immediately caused her to pale. She didn't get the reference, which made it all the more hilarious in his eyes.

"H-hell!?" She was shaking under his arm before he dropped her to the dirty sand-covered dirt between the seams of the two biomes. She had landed on her shins and forearms, before pushing herself up to stand on her knees. Those sharp eyes of hers looking over the new landscape in a mix of utter terror and awe.

From where they stood now though, they could see a singular tower reaching up to the skies above. and abruptly vanishing as if the sky was a ceiling.

"Not the Hell you're thinking about," he placed a hand her head of blonde locks, giving her pats.

Still shaken, she looked up at him with widened eyes, "What is this place then? Don't lie to me!"

"It is a place that I built," the man retorted with a sneer as he lightly gave her head a shove, but not enough to send her to the ground. Like a weighted punching bag, she swayed back into place without bothering to break eye contact now as she kept them wide open. "A place you, the betrayed, now have the honor of seeing... But may end up never leaving."

"What are you... Some kind of God?" The idea of never leaving this place, made her want to shrink away. Her mother, her father, she wanted to see them again. They were her everything, her world, her aspirations. "Or some sort of demon wolf?"

"Hehe... I say You're not too wet behind the ears, for a human." A small grin formed over his lips hearing her words. She had called him a god for having created such a scenery and the things within it. "I am the Divine God of Wolves and Shadows, and you my dear, are my prey. What will I do with you?"

Hearing him speak of her as his prey, she immediately sprung to her feet, her hand moving to her sword only to pause. The squire could recall how he destroyed a holy sword with his bare hands, he was not susceptible to her weapon.

Her hands fell to her sides, her eyes gazing to the sand, imagining her carcass sewn across it. "Nothing, I am not capable of fighting for my freedom, or outrunning a beast as fast as a god." Her eyes narrowed upon him now with a sense of true fierce integrity, "What will you do with me?"

"I do believe I'm in need of a Squire," his head pitched down towards her tiny form, "You who have been betrayed by your fellow Paladin, your overseers, will you assist me?"

A self-proclaimed God had asked her to assist him, asking for her to be his squire. This was a chance to escape, but at the same time, it gave her a chance to prove herself. She stared up at the man-beast who had chased off the other Holy Knights.

"Only if you answer me this, as the being who created this place... What is your true name... God of Shadows?" Though skeptical of the claim, this realm in which she could see was stretching on toward the horizon and he had made it.

"Fenrir, I am Fenrir..." He adopted the name of a famed Wolf from Norse Mythology who was ultimately the child of the god Loki and giantess Angrboda.