The moment had finally come.
For days, the people had gathered at the foot of the Tower—rulers, adventurers, priests, and heretics alike—all staring at the obsidian spire that stretched endlessly into the clouds.
Some thought it a curse, others a blessing. Most simply didn't know what to make of it.
They had questions.
Fenrir would give them answers.
He rose from the divine veil and stepped forward.
[Karma cost for physical descent: 10,000. Confirm?]
"Yes."
He said without hesitation.
The veil split open.
Light unlike anything the world had ever seen descended upon the Tower, cascading in waves of gold and violet.
Wind howled. The earth trembled. A single, massive sigil burned into the sky—a rune that only the soul could read.
And from that light… Fenrir walked forth.
He appeared above the crowd, suspended in midair, his cloak flowing behind him like shadow.
His body shimmered with divine radiance—one foot in form, the other in flame. His presence was weight itself.
