Episode : Sanctuary for the Young Fenrius
Lian and Kairen led the young Fenrius farther into the wilderness, seeking a place removed from prying eyes. Eventually, they arrived at an ancient ruin—a scattering of toppled columns and shattered stone structures, remnants of some forgotten age. Though broken and scarred, the site was sheltered, silent, and empty. It would serve as a refuge.
Lian stood among the ruins, unease twisting in his chest. Is this the right choice? Doubt pricked at him, whispering that he might be making a mistake. But as he looked at the frightened young Fenrius, his resolve hardened. These were not monsters—not truly. They were children. And children deserved protection.
He began to explore the ruin slowly, his hands tracing the worn carvings on cracked stone. Years of study as the Crown Prince of Elysium, son of Muslin the Titan-Slayer and Elena the mage, had sharpened his eye. This was no ordinary ruin. Clues whispered from the dust: this place was tied to the Fenrius.
Murals carved into the walls told their story. Wolves and humans—and figures who looked like druids—were depicted side by side, sharing food, tending to one another. Harmony. But the later scenes were darker: invaders wielding swords, hammers, and spears stormed in, leaving wounds carved into stone and flame scorched into the earth.
Lian stepped back, gaze hardening. This wasn't just rubble. This was the birthplace of something—perhaps the origin of the Fenrius curse itself.
Days passed. Lian and Kairen tended to the young Fenrius. The moonlight waned, and as it dimmed, the young ones softened. When the moon vanished, they played and wrestled like ordinary children. They had claws and fur, but their laughter was unmistakably innocent.
Lian watched them and felt the last of his doubt fade. They weren't simply cursed; they were still something more. There was humanity—or something achingly close—buried beneath the beast. He returned to the carvings again and again, searching for an answer, searching for the key to who they once were.
Meanwhile, Kairen closed his eyes and reached out with his qi. He felt their inner current, the flutter of fear, the dim spark of reason. Through his energy, he calmed them. The cubs grew quieter, their wildness easing.
And then, among the etched stones and the whispers of a lost age, Lian found it—the truth. The records left behind spoke of an ancient curse, of a people who had once been human, or at least something very much like it. They had been twisted, transformed, by something from beyond.
Lian stood among the ruins, his sword tip touching the ground. Hope stirred in his chest.
"This curse… it can be broken," he murmured.
And with that thought, his mission shifted. He would not just fight the Fenrius. He would save them.
**
Episode : The Miracle of the Moonless Night
Lian and Kairen kept watch over the young Fenrius, studying them, learning. Over the days, they had noticed a pattern: under the full moon, they were beasts in every sense—feral, vicious, unstoppable. But as the moonlight weakened, so too did their savagery. They played, tumbled, and nipped at each other like mischievous children.
Tonight, the moon would vanish completely.
The two men waited in the quiet ruin, senses sharp, hearts tight with anticipation.
When the moon slipped away, the change was immediate. The young Fenrius slowed, their breaths settling. They huddled together, not as predators, but as children seeking warmth and safety.
"Something's different," Lian whispered.
Kairen crouched near them, his palm hovering over the ground as he sensed the shift. "Their qi is changing. Tonight… this might be the moment we've been waiting for."
Lian nodded, lifting his sword—not to strike, but to weave magic through it. The Titan's blood ran in him; he was as much a mage as a swordsman. He felt for the threads of the curse, felt how tightly it clung to the moon's light.
"Maybe… tonight, we can bring them back," he said softly.
Kairen gathered his qi, his hands steady, his voice low as he soothed the trembling cubs. The energy wrapped around them, calming them. And then—it began.
Fur receded. Claws dulled and shrank. The jagged lines of snouts softened into small, humanlike faces. Red eyes faded into clear, wide pupils.
Lian froze, breath caught in his throat. "We… did this?"
Kairen exhaled, eyes still on the children. "The moonless night—it gave us this window. They can return. But…" His voice dropped, heavy with truth. "…it won't last."
Lian's jaw tightened, but there was light in his eyes. "Even if it fades, it's proof. Proof that the curse can be undone."
For the first time, the young Fenrius looked at each other with human eyes. They touched their faces, startled to find soft skin where fur had been. Fear and confusion swam in their expressions—but also wonder.
"We have to find out more," Lian said, his voice firm now. "There is a way to free them. There has to be."
Kairen nodded once. "Yes. But we won't rush. These aren't beasts, Lian. They're people, waiting to come back."
And then—silver seeped back into the night. The moon, faint but rising, spilled light across the ruin. Fur sprouted. Claws returned. Their faces shifted once more.
But their eyes lingered on Lian and Kairen, holding the memory of being human for the briefest, most fragile moment.
The two men stood in silence, their resolve sharpening like steel.
The Fenrius could be saved.
And they would find the way.
**
Episode : The Ancient God's Deception
Lian had combed the ruins for answers, but they had nothing more to give. He hadn't told his parents why he'd left Elysium—not Muslin, the great hero, not Elena, the mage—only Lia, his twin. This was meant to be his journey, a chance to master the Titan's power and find his own path.
But now, he needed more than strength. He needed knowledge.
From his pack, he drew a single enchanted stone—the one he'd sworn to use only in the direst need. He gripped it tight. Magic shimmered across its surface.
And then her voice came.
"Lian? What's wrong?"
He wasted no time. "I found them, Lia. The Fenrius. They're not just beasts—they're cursed. But I don't know where it came from, or why. Do you know anything?"
There was a pause. Then, Lia's voice, low and thoughtful:"Werewolves… Even in Elysium, there were druids who could take the form of wolves. But what you're describing… feels different."
"How different?"
"The druids' transformation—it came from harmony. Balance. But if that power were twisted…" Her tone darkened. "…it wouldn't just change their bodies. It would consume them."
Lian's eyes narrowed. "So you're saying they could have been druids?"
"It's possible. Imagine: they turned to the wolf to defend themselves, but something used that desperation. Twisted it. What you're facing, Lian… it may be the result of an Ancient God's deception."
Lian's breath caught. "Deception?"
"Yes," she said softly. "A god offered them power—salvation. But it was a trap. They became wolves to survive, and the wolf devoured them. Now they barely remember what they were."
Lian clenched his hand around the stone, knuckles pale. "If that's true… then this curse isn't just magic. It's a lie."
"Exactly," Lia said. "And to break it, you'll need more than spells. You'll have to remind them who they were."
Lian stood in silence for a moment, then his voice was firm, sharp with resolve.
"Then I'll find a way. I'll bring them back."
Lia's voice softened, almost a whisper.
"I know you will. You're the only one who can."
***
Episode : In Search of a Trace of Truth
Lian knew from his conversation with Lia that the Fenrius's curse was no mere beastly transformation, but a deception born of an ancient god's corruption. To find a way to break this curse, he resolved to delve deeper into their origins.
He and Kairen returned to the ruins where the Fenrius dwelled. One by one, they analyzed the ancient carvings and scripts etched into the ruin's walls. The images depicted druids transforming into wolves, fighting to protect their lands from outside invaders.
But then, in a section marked by the symbol of an ancient god, the carvings shifted. The transformations depicted became more monstrous, more grotesque. The sight left a deep impression on Lian. "They transformed to fend off an invasion, but that very act led to their corruption by an ancient god…"
Kairen nodded grimly. "The ancient god likely took advantage of their desperation, offering power at the price of their souls. To return to their human forms, they must find what they once were."
Lian, seeing the clues hidden within the carvings, felt a flicker of hope. Now that he knew their fall was the result of a divine trick, he hardened his resolve to find a way to break the curse.
His face was set, his voice firm. "I will uncover their truth. And I will save them."
Lian and Kairen passed through the high walls of the Kronatian city. Though a current of activity flowed through its center, an undercurrent of tension still lingered from the werewolf attacks. Soldiers patrolled the streets, their gazes sharp, and even the merchants, while hawking their wares, kept a wary eye on the shadows.
They needed a way to save the Fenrius—a way for them to reclaim the humanity lost within the beast. They decided to gather clues, weaving together threads from ancient tomes and the city's oral legends.
The library stood in the city center like a great, silent tower. Inside, countless books and scrolls, holding the history and legends of the Kronatia, filled the vast space. The two men began their search among the archives. As they sifted through the dust-laden tomes, Lian found it.
"Here," he said, opening an ancient book. "It speaks of an artifact called the Mirror of Souls. Legend says this mirror can reflect a person's inner self, helping them reclaim the original identity they have lost."
Kairen read the passage with keen interest. "This is no simple object. According to the legend, one can confront their own soul through this mirror. But it also warns that for the corrupted, it will be a great trial."
Lian's head was bent in thought. "This mirror might be the key to turning the Fenrius back into humans. But we have to find out where it is."
After leaving the library, they headed for the city's back alleys. Most people avoided these narrow streets, but it was in such places that hidden information and forgotten legends were often exchanged. They walked the alleys, seeking out a new kind of clue. It was there they came upon an old citizen, clad in shabby clothes, a thin curl of smoke rising from the pipe in his mouth.
Lian approached him cautiously. "Have you heard the legends of this city? Do you know anything of the werewolves, the Fenrius, or of a Mirror of Souls?"
The old man narrowed his eyes, looking Lian up and down. "The Mirror… that's an old tale. When I was a boy, my ancestors told me the Fenrius were once men. And their transformation into werewolves had something to do with that mirror."
Kairen stepped closer, his interest piqued. "Do you believe the mirror still exists?"
The old man's voice dropped. "So they say. They say you can face your true self if you use it. But I've also heard it's under the protection of the Kronatian elders. That they are the ones who guard the artifact."
Lian inclined his head slightly. "If the artifact is connected to the Fenrius, then their attacks must be an attempt to get their hands on it."
Next, they sought out an old inn, whose keeper was famed for his wisdom and knowledge of the city's history. They stepped inside and approached him.
"Innkeeper," Kairen began respectfully, "if you know anything of the Mirror of Souls and the Fenrius, we would be grateful to hear it."
The innkeeper sighed. "The tale of that mirror is an old legend. It is said that for the Fenrius to return to their human forms, they must look into it. But the elders will never give it up."
Lian frowned. "Why not? If the Fenrius can become human again, there would be no more need to fight them."
The innkeeper hesitated. "That's the problem. The elders see the Fenrius as a lost cause. They believe that if the werewolves get their hands on the mirror, it will only bring greater chaos."
Lian's expression was grim. "So the mirror truly is in this city?"
"From what I've heard, yes," the innkeeper answered carefully. "It is somewhere in this city. But finding it will not be easy."
Finally, they made their way to a small tavern in the back alleys. Its owner was another who had lived in Kronatia for a long time and knew many of its deepest secrets. As they entered, the owner greeted them.
"What story are you looking for?"
Lian met his gaze. "We want to know about the legends of the Fenrius, and the Mirror of Souls."
The owner gave a slow nod. "The Fenrius first appeared in this city because of that very mirror. They were originally human, and they sought the mirror to break their curse. But their corruption was too deep, and the mirror could not help them. After that, they lost their purpose and began to attack indiscriminately."
"So the mirror is still here?" Kairen asked.
"Aye, it is," the tavern owner answered slowly. "The elder guards it. But he won't give it to them. He believes the Fenrius are already beyond saving."
Lian and Kairen finally decided to meet the elder of the Kronatia, Tiovan. They found his office and, after being announced by a guard, stood before him.
Tiovan studied them, his expression solemn. "I know why you have come. You want the Mirror of Souls, do you not?"
Lian gave a brief nod of understanding. "We do. That mirror could be the key to saving the Fenrius. They are not mere monsters. They deserve a chance to reclaim their humanity."
Tiovan's expression was grim. "They have already caused too much bloodshed. All our attempts to save them have failed, and the Kronatia have suffered greatly. They may have been human once, but now, they are nothing but monsters."
Kairen tried to persuade him. "Elder, we can help them reclaim their true nature. If they face their inner selves through the mirror, there is a chance they can return to their human forms. That is the way to end this war."
Tiovan still shook his head. "The mirror is a sacred artifact of the Kronatia and cannot be handed over to them. We have already lost too much to them. That artifact is our city's shield and symbol; I cannot give it away."
Lian's face fell with disappointment. "But this mirror is the only way to save the Fenrius. If you help us, we might be able to end this needless war."
"It is not as simple as you believe," Tiovan said coldly. "Even if I give you the mirror, there is no guarantee they will return to their human forms. It will only bring greater chaos."
Leaving the meeting, Lian and Kairen were plunged into a heavy silence. Elder Tiovan's unyielding stance felt like a great wall before them, but the sense of mission burning in their hearts could not be extinguished.
Lian's face was set with resolve. "We have no choice but to find the mirror without the elder's permission. I know it presents a moral conflict, but we cannot give up the chance to save the Fenrius."
Kairen nodded in agreement. "You are right. We cannot forsake the opportunity to save them just because the elder refuses."
They began to formulate a plan to find the Mirror of Souls in the depths of the Kronatian city. But the consequences of that choice would be a great trial for them both.