[spoiler]This is foreshadowing, do not act on it.[/spoiler] [i]As Fenrir walked the streets, before he was shot by the man in the white armor, he stopped, turning his head. He faced the field of battle outside of the Dojo's Gates. He felt something. Something...wrong. Inside of him, the Yodünfire ignited, raging within him, demanding to be released, to be able to [b]Purge[/b]. His hands formed fists as he struggled to contain the Fires of God, for the sake of this planet and the people on it. His eyes narrowed as he fought himself in his mind, a fierce struggle. Eventually, Vrael won out, the man reigning through his morals. However, he could feel it in his very bones. This...[b]Heresy[/b], this wrongness would not be tolerated. The Wolf would be sated, the Crusader would Purge. He began to walk again, his personal demons raging within him.[/i] [spoiler]Again, closed, unless you wish to do your own foreshadowing.[/spoiler]