The Dimming Fire: Chapter 8

Evan's POV I immediately whipped out my sword and released a shockwave at the wolves makinng them fly through the cave. I jumped after them, swinging my sword and turning them into dust.

I kept fighting, hacking through the endless wolves. The cave was darker than ever, and the only way I stayed alive was with the ability of foresight my mother had given me.

M was doing pretty well against Fenris. I could hear the sound of Fenris crying out from pain repeatedly. But I was still outnumbered by the wolves, and the fighting wasn't getting any easier. I decided to pull my last resort out. As I said before, my sword, Stoicheo, could control any of the four elements, depending on my surroundings. And right now I would need to see. That means fire.

At once, my sword erupted into scarlet flames, illuminating the room. An eerie red glow covered the vicious wolves, making them see more evil than they were. Fenris looked like a demon. The cave walls and stalgmited looked like hardened lava. I slashed in the direction of the wolves, burning three of them alive. Soon enough, the walls were covered in ash, and the wolves were dead.

Suddenly there was a blinding pain in my arm, and turned to see Fenris eating away at my right arm. The most intense, excruciating pain I had ever experienced was caused by the wolf god. I dropped my sword, and an eruption of fire blew Fenris off of my body.

I collapsed onto the ground, tenderly touching my upper arm. My hands were covered in sticky blood, and I was beginning to feel lightheaded.

I heard a deep wailing, and watched as Fenris fell to the ground, M's sword in his chest. "You will pay!" Fenris growled, his charred face twitching. Then his body disappeared, leaving only the sword behind.