Supremacy Games

1369 A Lifetime Regret...

While Felix was rushing against time to finish studying the best way to eliminate the true immortality genomes without causing Manananggal's death, his masters and Fenrir were seen sitting on beach chairs in one row.

Their eyes were affixed on the horrifying spectacle before them: Manananggal, writhing and screaming in the throes of agony as he was covered in blood from the top to the bottom... The blood of his dearest ones to him, the blood of his one and true love in his entire eternal life.

Yet, there was no satisfaction in their eyes, no pleasure derived from the sight; only a deep—seated sense of melancholy and a reminiscence of a time when their fates were not intertwined in this cruel dance.

Thor crossed his arms over his mighty chest, his eyes hard and unflinching.

"Remember when we first encountered him?" he asked.

His grip tightened around an alcoholic flask, the memories igniting the ancient spark of war within him.

Jormungandr replied, a bitter smile forming, "A simpler time when his bloodthirst was not yet known to us."

"I would pay anything to return to those times..." Fenrir uttered softly, his eyes closed shut under the background of Manananggal's wife's pitiful screams.

These voices did nothing but remind him of his dearest wife and his dead unborn child...Even his frigid heart was affected by those beautiful loving memories.

Almost all primogenitors ended up finding true love after going through an unimaginable number of partners.

Some of them cherished their partners and were loyal to them monogamously even when they were mere mortals.

Some loved them to the point of not touching another partner after their death.

Some were broken into pieces after their death, incapable of letting them go and trying every possible method to bring them back.

All of those partners shared one thing... Meeting their mortality while their primogenitors‘ partners didn't age for even a second.

If Fenrir's wife had died a natural death, he would have been upset, but he would still move on from it.

Instead, her ending caused him to go into a spiral of maddening anger and he released this rage on none other than Manananggal.

when he realized that it was hopeless to kill him and get his revenge,

still regretted to this day as it made him feel like he

am sorry," Fenrir muttered, his apologetic eyes affixed

moment." Thor comforted him, "Plus, he is the one coming after your wife first and even killing

method was no

had done to Mananannggal's wife

the ethereal gloaming, he stood towering over the trembling figure of Manananggal's

bore into her frightened ones, radiating an air of palpable

Fenrir nudged her with his massive snout, pushing her toward the edge of the woods where packs of the most fierce wolves in

teeth capable of chewing

had nothing to do with what he did!" Manananggal's wife begged, tears streaking down her cheeks as she knelt

nothing to change it...You are just as guilty

on such matters! Sob, sob...Even if I knew, do you think he

your husband, you should have

broken heart to give her the same punishment

and vengeful thoughts and nothing anyone said was

he growled in a voice that was as chilling as the wind rustling through the dead trees, "Run and let fate decide your

"Ple..."

"Go!"

the woman stumbled into the dark woods, the howling of the wolves echoing

few minutes...The heavy silence of the cold night was abruptly punctuated by a terrified scream echoing from

his sharp gaze towards the sound, his ears twitching

were the screams of a cornered prey, the wails of an

silhouettes lit by the faint moonlight, slowly began to converge upon the source of the cries. Their eyes glowed ominously in

a cold, detached gaze. The terrified screams did little

served as a harsh reminder of the torment Manananggal

faded into chilling whimpers, Fenrir turned his gaze away, the haunting echoes a grim symphony of retribution, played out in the dark theatre of the

regret this decision for the rest of his life...lt wasn't because it kicked the Asgardian vs Darkins' conflict to a new height without a single chance of

Manananggal‘s wife had nothing to do with her husband's evil hobby

now, all Ire could do was ask for

page of this hook is finally about to get closed once