His eyes were shining as he said. "That means that the golden divine being must be dead. Does that mean I am strong enough to kill divine beings now?"
While he was asking himself existential questions, Fenrir had already rushed into the sky. The goal of this gluttonous puppy was as clear as day.
Fenrir opened his mouth and spat out a black blanket that rushed to cover the golden crystal. But as the black blanket approached the golden crystal, it began to shake.
Fenrir was unwilling to give up, so it pushed the black blanket forward. This insistence caused the black blanket to begin to crack.
As soon as the first crack appeared, Loki felt a terrible pain lance through his head. It was as if someone had stuck a knife into his brain.
The more cracks appeared, the greater the pain he felt. This pain made him quickly take back the power of his Mental World that he lent to Fenrir.
