Ludwig Karlfeldt
Depths of a Dream, Deeper Still
??? - Night
Failure?
That seems to be the case, as the boy's reckless charge that used his own supernaturally tough body as a bullet leads to nothing but a miss.
---But was that really the case?
Those chromatic eyes disagree.
The boy flies back to the tree that he placed himself. Not placed to evade the avalanche, nor as a mere pole to launch his diversion from...
No, if Fenrir was close enough he could see it himself. That gaze betrays it all.
Yes, the boy will lose.
Yes, his plan had been seen through
Yes, the Celestial Devourer was far beyond this mere human.
...Except, the boy expected this would happen.
Not once did the usage of his Telepathy help him here. Using it initially had shifted the battlefield to one that was utterly controlled by the Fenris Wolf. Using it after this shift had almost gotten him devoured, if not for the instincts honed through years of training.
This world belongs to the Wolf God. This is its dream. Almost naturally it would follow that any communication that was had in this dream would be heard by this monster of an opponent.
It had heard what it needed to hear, and now in mid air... it had nowhere else to go but down.
That was it's sole mistake.
Even now, it looked down on the fly that invaded it's dream. The human that dared believe.
The tree bends and creaks as the fool lands on it, nearly snapping and breaking apart by the force of the youth.
No matter, it had served it's purpose.
...this was all, part of the plan.
"Are you still watching Alexia? I've thought of a question."
Now, at the end of his timer, the boy speaks upward.
It is tough to say whether it's to the Great Wolf above, or the to moon beyond it's gigantic size.
It doesn't matter to the boy, in a way she herself had become a "villain" to defeat. Well, along with his own inexperienced self...
"...Can you teach me to... uhm..."
A blush presents itself, and at long last something interrupts that stoic gaze.
"...Can you teach me to become aworthy of standing beside Adala?"
Ludwig Karlfeldt, is a fool.
He started this night deprived of sleep, and had gotten himself from one troublesome situation to another.
Alas, from the very first interaction between the legendary Commander and the young Inheritor, the boy had simply wanted one thing.
To make himself useful to her. The person closest to the Karlfeldt ideal. To learn from the best, and to stay in that strangely happy family that the SLEIPNIR and its master offered.
Still, his phrasing could have been better...
Lydia is beside herself with laughter, seeing the 'obvious sign of affection' that she had hoped would manifest come to fruition.
Perhaps even Alexia is laughing to herself at the foolishness that a single boy can hold.
---It does not matter.
Once more, and for the last time, the boy launches himself from the tree top to the descending God.
Reckless, brazen, foolish... human.
This is his final gambit, leaving him with barely enough energy left to stand upright afterwards.
So this one strike, has to hit.
In the final moment, the boy pours out all the energy he has left.
And launches everything he has into this strike.
A blow pumped so f
ull of magic that even the poly-chromatic appearance is consumed in an all encompassing white.
"Did you enjoy your dream, Fenrir?"
Whatever words were spoken there were overpowered by the surge of magic.
Until the white washes away... and the world is revealed once more to the observers.
The result of that clash, why it can only be-----