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"BT, EDITH.. We have a new addition to the family.. Fenrir.. This is BT, say Hi." Liam said as he petted this fluffy creature.

Bark

In his last life he had a dog as his friend and he took care of it always. But in this life he had avoided getting attached because he felt it would be dangerous and also because after he had the Numeroean bloodline, he felt that having an animal companion would just be pain since his pets could never live as long as he was going to live. 

But it was different now. Having Fenrir meant that it would be with him for lifetime because both of them were immortals. Until someone very powerful or a weapon capable of killing gods came for him, he could live his life for almost eternity.

He would grow old for sure but it would be very slow.

[Hello, Fenrir..]

"Fenrir, can you take me to a very remote island, where there is no one?" Liam asked. Fenrir who was cleaning his paws. slanted its head for a minute as if thinking deeply on the words of Liam. In the game, after Fenrir got the ability of Garm it could travel between the 9 realms easily. So Liam hoped that Fenrir could do this now too. 

Fenrir after a moment of contemplation barked and instantly a black irregular portal opened beside it. The portal looked exactly like the portal in the game. A grim dark looking portal that had an ominous feeling but it wasn't dangerous at all. Liam didn't need to be told and just entered through the portal. @@novelbin@@

Liam stepped through the dark, swirling portal without hesitation, trusting Fenrir's newfound abilities. A moment later, he felt solid ground beneath his feet, and a gust of warm, salty air washed over him.

He was standing on a vast, deserted island in the middle of the ocean. Jagged cliffs bordered one side, their surfaces worn smooth by the relentless waves crashing against them. The other side stretched into a dense, tropical forest, the rustling of leaves and distant chirps of unseen birds the only signs of life. The sky was clear, the sun hanging high, casting its golden light over the landscape. It was afternoon where he had landed, meaning that they were on the other side of the globe since it was night in New York.

A low, satisfied growl came from behind him. Fenrir emerged from the portal, stepping onto the island before it sealed shut behind him. The massive wolf sniffed the air before turning to Liam, awaiting his next command.

"Good job.. I will feed you after we return." Liam said as he exhaled slowly.

Bark

Liam then rolled his shoulders, this was the perfect place to test what he had gained.

Liam had been wearing the Ring in his middle finger. It contained the Spear of Draupnir, the same spear that proved to be the demise of Heimdall. He was able to materialize the spear instantly in his hand. The spear looked majestic as it gleamed under the sun and it's small red drape flapping in the swift wind.

He made moves with it as he revolved in his hand in fast speed sending wind gashes across in different directions. He also threw the spear at a distance and detonated it remotely. He tried all the moves of draupnir and was successful in each one of them.

Next, the Leviathan Axe appeared in his other hand. Though he had brought it out before he had never used it in battle. It was because once when he used it, Liam felt as if the weapon didn't heed his call the way it did to Kratos when he played the game. It felt like the weapon was actively avoiding the hands of Liam. It was a very weird feeling but Liam could tell that the Axe didn't want to be at the hands of Liam. But now that he was here again, he didn't feel any resistance. Maybe it was because the Axe needed a God to be wield. 

He let it rest in his palm for a moment before launching it into the air, watching it spin end-over-end before summoning it back effortlessly. The moment it returned to his grasp, a satisfied grin spread across his face. He knew that he had full control over his Axe. 

At last, he willed the Blades of Chaos into existence. Chains rattled as they wrapped around his forearms, the twin blades burning with a faint, hellish glow. He flicked his wrists, sending them spiraling outward before pulling them back with ease. They moved as fluidly as they had when he wielded them as Kratos, responding to his very will.

He bent his knees and leaped into the air, twisting his body mid-air as he swung the Blades of Chaos, the chains stretching out, latching onto a jagged rock formation. With a flick, he propelled himself higher, flipping and landing atop the structure in a smooth motion.

The agility was still there. The flexibility, the momentum, the movement—it all felt the same as it had when he fought as Kratos. Liam was over the moon seeing that the Blades of Chaos still worked perfectly fine in his hands. This had been a major leap for him in terms of personal strength. 

Though the magic he wielded from the game of Forspoken allowed him to move sideways in this world, but Liam felt his bodily strength lacked. Now that hole had been filled up. 

As Liam was practicing to his heart's content on the island, his senses suddenly became sharp as the weather which had been sunny all this time, turned gloomy in an instant. Unlike the time when Thor arrived with a changed weather, Liam felt as if the temperature in the surroundings dropped. 

He had a very ominous feeling about it.