Chapter 115: The Battle Against Fenrir
(Henry's POV)
The moment I teleported, the air shifted.
Gone was the cold Scandinavian night. Instead, I found myself in a place that reeked of death and metal.
An underground facility, deep beneath the frozen wastelands.
The walls were lined with bloodstained steel, flickering emergency lights casting a ghostly red glow over the scene.
Cages—massive, reinforced with runes and energy fields—lined both sides of the corridor.
Some were shattered, their occupants long gone. Others still held twisted, mutated creatures, their glowing eyes watching me from the shadows.
And at the end of the hall... stood him.
Fenrir.
The SS-Rank Experimental Berserker.
He was taller than any normal man, nearly seven feet, his entire body rippling with unnatural muscle.