Jews presses one hand to her side, dark blood staining her fingers. She remains upright against the carved pillar as Leon and Rosmira reach the ceremonial passage.
Jews
A guard stabbed me when I crossed the hall. I drank from him afterward, and the blood restored enough strength to keep moving.
Leon’s ears lift sharply. Beneath the ceremonial floor, Nayla’s scent reaches him, tangled with many wolves and the heavier, familiar presence of Fanrir.
Leon Wolfe
Nayla is close. Below us. There are too many wolves around her, and Fanrir is here.
The air thickens until each breath feels weighted. A vast pressure settles over the passage, not striking yet, but bearing down like an unseen gaze from beneath the hall.
Jews
That presence is not merely Fanrir. Cerebos is pressing through the pack, and it knows we are standing here.
From below, a distant chain shifts, followed by Nayla’s muffled voice calling Leon’s name. The corridor falls still, waiting for Rosmira’s response.
“The group hears a deep howl that shakes the building that sounds like something ancient but mortal. Leons wolf feels it wanting to bow but refuses to as long as nayla is in danger. ros and jews make way to the hall of Fanrir”
SUCCESS (Legendary Willpower, rolled +0)
A deep howl rolls through the Clan Halls, ancient in tone yet unmistakably mortal. Stone trembles, dust spills from the carved ceiling, and every torch bends toward the sound.
Leon Wolfe
My wolf wants to bow. It can kneel to no one while Nayla is trapped below.
Leon plants his paws against the shaking floor and refuses the pressure. Jews straightens from the pillar, one hand still pressed to her wounded side.
Jews
Then we answer it standing. Fanrir’s hall is beyond this passage, and Nayla is calling from beneath it.
Rosmira moves first, leading them through the ceremonial threshold. Jews follows at her shoulder while Leon prowls beside them, his hackles raised against the unseen presence.
The corridor opens into Fanrir’s hall, a vast chamber of wolf-carved pillars and black banners. At its center, a stair descends toward Nayla’s muffled voice.
Leon Wolfe
We are here, Nayla. Hold on. I can hear you.
“Ros seeing JEws and leon can not follow she ports them to NAyla location to free her. Ros decides facing Fanrir alone til Leon is healed.”
SUCCESS (Legendary Willpower, rolled +0)
Rosmira’s wings flare wide. Blue light gathers around Jews and Leon, wrapping them in a steady, protective glow as the hall’s pressure bears down.
The teleport carries Jews and Leon through the stone floor to the chamber below. They arrive beside Nayla, whose restraints hang open beneath the fading light.
Nayla Iko
Leon. Jews. You came for me.
Jews
Ros sent us. She is staying above to hold Fanrir’s attention until Leon is healed.
Leon collapses briefly to one knee, still weakened from the suppression chain. Jews catches him while Nayla tears free the last binding and reaches for his fur.
Leon Wolfe
I can heal. Go back to her, Nayla. Rosmira should not face that presence alone.
Above, Rosmira stands alone at the ceremonial threshold as Fanrir’s immense silhouette rises beyond the black banners. The ancient pressure turns fully toward her, and she holds her ground.
✓ Quest Accepted
Get Nayla and the others safely away