Foundation Day had arrived.
The streets of the capital thrummed with excitement—children danced, banners flew high, and priests sang the sacred hymns of the Whispering One.
Every bell toll, every fire lit, was an offering to Fenrir. It was the holiest day of the empire, a celebration of its unification, and more importantly, of its divine patron.
From his high place, Fenrir watched it unfold with detached interest. He had seen many wars, civilizations rise and fall—but this was his first world. His own.
And today, it was offering him a gift.
[Karma accumulation approaching threshold. Current total: 994… 997… 999… 1,014.]
The system reported beside him.
Fenrir raised an eyebrow.
"So I finally made it."
[You now possess sufficient karma to enter your realm physically. Entry cost: 1,000 karma. Remaining: 14.]
He didn't move. Not yet.
"I want to wait. Keep the karma for now. I want a bit more in reserve. Something tells me this day won't go as planned."
He muttered.
