The Kompleks Sukan Keningau was alive with color.
Red. Yellow. Green. Blue.
Canary. Kelisa. Kancil. Kembara.
The four sports houses clashed across the field with spirit and sweat.
Screams, whistles, banners flapping like wings of war.
And Nel?
He was everywhere.
Long jump. Sprint. Javelin. Tug of war.
Kriztorez Nel didn't say no to a single event.
Not because he wanted to win—
but because something inside him whispered move.
Team Kembara — the blue house — had never been favorites.
They were quiet. Scrappy. Overlooked.
But this year… this year felt different.
With each event, Nel ran faster. Jumped higher. Threw farther.
Too far. Too high. Too fast.
His teammates stared. The teachers whispered.
Some said it was adrenaline. Some said it was training.
But Nel… Nel could feel it.
A presence waking up in his blood.
A hum in his bones.
Something ancient was clawing its way back.
By the end of the day, the scoreboard glowed:
1st Place: KEMBARA (Blue)
The crowd erupted. Blue flags waved like ocean waves in a storm.
As the announcer stepped up to declare the official winner,
as Nel stood in the middle of the field surrounded by cheers—
the sky tore open.
A roar. Not human. Not animal.
From the hills behind the complex, they came.
Wolf monsters — twisted, dark, eyes burning like coals.
And at their front—
FENRIR.
Massive. Majestic. Murderous.
The crowd screamed. Teachers shouted. Panic exploded like fire.
Nel's heart pounded.
And for the first time, he felt his true self starting to rise—
like the echo of a Primordial Bang returning to finish what it started.