NARRATOR

“Sing louder, it looks like he’s in pain!” Valeria ordered her Selenias.

Drakkar’s massive body floated at the center of a fast-spinning circle of energy.

His beastly roars carried a savage rage. Inside his mind, Drakkar kept receiving fragmented memories.

«”Why did you do this to me?! Why?!”

The Beast God roared in fury. But no… he couldn’t even be called a Beast God anymore.

Not only had they stripped him of his power, but his divine body had changed completely.

His muscles withered, his wolf head turned less grotesque, his height shrank.

Without his vision that pierced the world, without his ears that heard a drop fall from miles away...

They had turned him into a basic being, devoid of his supernatural energy… he was now an elemental mortal.

Only one deity had the power to do something like this: his Creator.

Was he being punished for descending into the realm of mortals? Why such a harsh sentence if others had disobeyed too?

Was this just a temporary punishment?

Lykahel