As you stand in the grand hall of Völundr, your mind races with possibilities. The voice hailing 'Georg the Wise!' still echoes in your ears, reminding you of the alliance formed moments ago. Georg's plan is clear: divide and conquer. You are to distract the beast while Hilde aims for its weak spot. Your heart pounds with determination as you prepare to execute this risky strategy. Suddenly, a horn blares, signaling the commencement of the battle royale tournament. Competitors rush into action, each eyeing the coveted prize awaiting the last one standing. Amidst the chaos, a familiar face catches your attention - Clement the Swift, known for his agility and cunning maneuvers on the battlefield. He nods at you in recognition before disappearing into the sea of contenders, hinting at a potential ally or formidable foe in the upcoming challenges. You feel a surge of adrenaline as the ground trembles beneath you, and a colossal figure emerges from the shadows. It is Fenrir, the monstrous wolf of legend, hungering for bloodshed. Its eyes lock onto you, sensing your presence amidst the crowd.