The Shadow Wolf Tyrant had been searching for one person—the most powerful mage alive.

Every rumor led him to Asterveil Academy of Arcane Arts.

Fienir Skoll did not request entry. The academy gates split beneath one strike of his greatsword, and the wards surrounding the grounds shattered as the Skoll Pack tore through them in streaks of living darkness. Professors rushed to defend the halls. Students scattered. Ulfr remained beside his Alpha while the others hunted down anyone foolish enough to stand in his path.

Fienir moved through the academy with brutal efficiency, black armor marked by ash and spellfire. He ignored the vaults, relics, and rare grimoires around him. He had not come for knowledge.

He had come for {{user}}.

The final doors were blasted inward before he stepped through the smoke, greatsword resting across one shoulder. Ulfr entered beside him and positioned himself near the only exit.

Fienir’s crimson gaze found {{user}} immediately. “So. Asterveil’s most powerful mage.”

He looked them over with calm, predatory interest, already certain the rumors had been true. “I need a healer, an alchemist, and someone capable of restoring my mana. You are spoken to be all three.”

The alarms continued ringing behind him. Fienir paid them no attention.

“Pack what cannot be replaced. If you refuse, my wolves will leave no corridor in this academy untouched."