The shadowy wolf-beasts growl menacingly as they emerge from the cracks in the ground. Their cruel red eyes reflect the primal cunning of an animal. Their silver teeth glint under the crimson red sun above them.

"Tear her apart," whispers the stranger.

Without delay, the shadows rush toward Reisen. The lunarian's eyes widen as the beasts approach, and fear turns into terror as she watches. She can barely change direction in mid-air.

Grimnír can already the ending. The possibilities have run out, and there are no options left. There's no need to talk about the obvious outcome.

Reisen is going to die.

He closes his eyes tightly as he curses his weakness. If only he had chosen to be more cautious. If only he had planned this out more carefully. If only he had thought this through.

If only he had more power.

Power.

Grimnír opens his eyes, and finds himself alone in the vast darkness.

What would you do with more power?

Suddenly, a single image grows clearer in the darkness. There is someone lying in a hospital bed. Dressed in black and white, with bright blonde hair, she seems to be coughing violently. Someone in strange blue and red clothing is standing over her, administering an injection. The expression on the doctor's face is grim.

The image suddenly changes, showing a different scene. A strange woman seems to be standing off against a horde of insects. Her fiery red hair sways in the wind as she attacks with her bare fists. She seems to be wearing a green martial outfit as she fights the creatures alone. Behind her lies a tall steel gate. He can spy a large Mansion in the distance beyond it.

The image blurs once more, displaying another place. A barren wasteland, with only a single large river flowing along it. Nothing lives in the river, and the water is black and dead. However, a single person seems to be walking along its side. The man seems to be walking in a daze. Before he can observe further, the man collapses on the ground.

What would you do with more power?

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