I watched from my now broken onyx throne looking at the one that cased all of this. As she moved like a wraith over the now stilled body's of the Smoke Hounds and Chained Etruscan there ashen blood pooling at are feet. As I straighten, my bones reform, my flesh reshape and my claws sharpen as Aurora brings her Star Staff to bare, with her night sky hair floating like if it was in water and a glaring at me pure hatred.

"Fenrir your crimes have been named and it's time for your punishment. Now die." Her voice as cold as ice with none of the warmth I remember what had to her.

"Aurora, if that's what you plan then you leave me no choice." I say with the low gravel thrum of his body voice. I ready myself as my claws extending, black as the void between stars as we lunge at each other like comets.

My claws taring the space around them eating the light as Aurora brings up her staff with lighting speed blocking, then turning the bock into a strike stamping it to my ribs breaking some. As I feel my bones reform I activate my Light Eater Breath as a finger thick, black beam blast from my jaws eating the distastes between and my Keeper.

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I watched as Fenrir's attack fly to wards me as I bring my staff to knock it aside, but even having prepped for such an attack it still felt like I was hitting an golem. As I looked at Fenrir's states again.

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Name: Fenrir Star Eater

Health: ???  Mana: ???   Stamina: ???

Level: 150

Race: Fenrick Wolf

Subrace: Core Guardian

States

Highest: Condition

Lowest: Wisdom

Three Highest Skills:

Gravity Manipulation

Light Eater Breath

Deep Step

Fenrir is the guardian to the Fang Dungeon's Core. As the Guardian of a Dungeon Core it's the strongest monster that a core can create. If ever the Dungeon Guardian is slain it will weaken the Dungeon forcing it to put most of it's energy on restoring it.

I grunt in with displeasure as I saw his stats knowing full well that no one has even be able to take down Fenrir in his true from never mind his highbred form. As I kept close watch of his movements as his bones move back in places.

'Why had it come to this?' as I think to what point the Dungeon started to turn against the world. 'Well I guest I should start at the bringing.'

As we both move into action.