Reinhard nodded. Then he paused, tilting his head to look at Mimir directly. "Won't you be dispelled once I switch?"

Mimir's head tilted, mirroring the gesture. "I'm not sure. But we can find out and see what happens."

Reinhard's lips twitched. The casual acceptance of potential dismissal was very Mimir. He closed his eyes, focusing inward.

He began imagining Fenrir.

The image came easily, he'd seen it clearly enough during the battle in Phane City. The wolf had six golden eyes, black fur that seemed to absorb light, and golden chains wrapped around its massive form in intricate patterns.

The symbol on the back of his gloved hand began changing. He felt it shifting, the sensation strange but not painful, like something fading before something new, more fierce, and wild took its place.

The black-blue horned helmet with its long spear above and two crossed swords below symbol began changing. It reshaped into a wolf's head with its mouth wide open, teeth bared, golden chains wrapped around it in complex patterns. Two paws pointed upward, as if reaching for something.

Fenrir's Beast Symbol.

Power flooded Reinhard's body, a new type that wasn't like Odin. With Odin, he felt his mind speeding up, more thoughts being able to form in his mind, his ability with the blade flaring, and a terrifying calm coming over him.

But now he didn't feel those, instead he felt power filling his muscles. Enough, it could probably match those a hundred or even two hundred souls higher than him.

His senses expanded dramatically, awareness blooming outward, with him being able to hear conversations from rooms down the hall. He could even perceive people's footsteps on the floor down below, the tapping of pencils, the moving of chairs, and laughter.

Reinhard blinked, processing the sudden influx of enhancement. "The innate abilities are astounding."

Then he looked up to quickly check, and then smiled in relief when he saw Mimir still perched on his shoulder.

Mimir nodded, golden eyes gleaming. "It seems you can still have me out here. Maybe it's because I'm a support sigil?"

Reinhard smiled. "Well, I'm not complaining. But is there really no consequences-"

His expression shifted mid-sentence before he glanced down at his gloved hand, studying the new symbol. The black shading where Fenrir's paws were drawn had begun turning slightly grey at the top.

"Is the consequence that it will drain my magic?" Reinhard asked.

Mimir hummed thoughtfully. "I guess so. Which probably means since your current Beast Spirit isn't the original one, your magic is being used as a type of connection between Odin and Fenrir."

Reinhard blinked, his mind working through implications. "Then would it be possible for me to use Odin's skills-"

"I doubt it, but you can try," Mimir interrupted.

Reinhard clenched his fist, focusing, and he reached for Drasil Step. That technique that slowed time to near a complete standstill, one that had constantly saved his life multiple times.

Nothing happened.

Time continued flowing normally, with the world moving at regular speed, and no blue ripple formed beneath his feet.

But this didn't discourage Reinhard, as he said. "So skills directly from Odin don't work. Then what about Beast Sigils?"

He tried tapping into Shadow Striker next, trying to focus on it and activate it. But nothing happened, his own shadow didn't tremble, and no spears of shadow rushed out. Nothing. He then quickly moved to his Gravity Step as he took a step, but nothing happened, no purple-black energy rushed out, and gravity pulled.

None of his Beast Sigils from Odin were activating.

Reinhard sighed. "I guess it really is only Support types... Or maybe you're just special?"

Mimir stretched his wings, the feathers catching lamplight. "I am special, but this will be investigated more later. For now, it seems you got a lot of benefit from just switching to Fenrir, which is expected. That wolf was a special figure even among the others in the Throne of Spirits, so I'm not surprised." The crow's golden eyes focused intently. "Alright, fully tap into Fenrir's power. Let's see what it shows."

Reinhard nodded before taking a breath and tapping deeper into Fenrir's essence, fully embracing it.

Even more strength flooded his body, with his muscles expanded slightly. His bones felt harder, more resilient, with more power coursing through him, and making his skin tingle.

His perception sharpened until everything seemed clearer, more defined, and he could see the entire room. His instincts had spiked, and he felt the danger warnings would come faster and more frequently.

Then his eyes changed.

His light blue irises transformed into brilliant gold that seemed to glow. But it wasn't just a color change, but his eyes expanded outwards, forming three pupil-shaped like a perfect diamond. They were arranged in a triangle pattern, all three identical in size and shape. Around them swirled endless blackness, spinning in slow vortexes that moved around the pupils in complex patterns, creating hypnotic spirals.

Reinhard raised his hands and examined the golden-black markings appearing on his arms, starting at his wrists and traveling upward. The patterns were symbols that seemed to shift when viewed from different angles. They looked almost like chains made of light and shadow, that seemed to coil around his skin.

Mimir tilted his head, studying the transformation. "So instead of getting its three eyes, you got three pupils and its markings on your arms."

Reinhard nodded, then frowned. "But this will make it hard to hide... Do I have to wear black glasses as well?"

Mimir hummed, considering. "I have an idea. Focus on your senses and instead of letting them expand, begin compressing them down."

Reinhard furrowed his brows in confusion, but he decided to follow Mimir's guidance anyway.

He began pulling his senses back. It was difficult at first, like trying to close floodgates after water had already escaped. But gradually, he managed as the expanded awareness contracted. He could no longer perceive the entire room with perfect clarity as things stopped moving in slower motion than before.

His hearing returned to a relatively normal range, with the world feeling smaller again.

Mimir nodded approval. "Okay, I can only see one pupil now. Just keep your senses compressed like that when you're around most people and let it expand in a burst when you need it."

Reinhard blinked in surprise, then smiled. "How did you know that would work?"

"Fenrir could remove his multiple eyes whenever he didn't need to use them. I figured it would be the same for you, and it works." Mimir ruffled his feathers. "As for your markings, you'll be fine since the uniform covers them."

Reinhard nodded before he opened his hand, palm facing upward. The air above his palm seemed to twist as the space above bent and distorted. A swirling black orb formed, perhaps the size of a large marble.

It spun slowly, wisps of darkness trailing from its surface.

Mimir narrowed his golden eyes, leaning forward slightly. "I can see it's sucking in the magic around you. So that's Fenrir's Space Distortion, but only a fragment of its true power."

Reinhard nodded, watching the orb with fascination. "I can only devour magic with this and pull people close. Unlike Fenrir, who can use it to swallow attacks, shatter space, and weaken spells."

"Hmm, while that's true..." Mimir paused, thinking. "You might be able to weaken attacks by having the orb just devour the magic as it comes toward you."

Reinhard held his chin, staring at the swirling orb. The possibilities expanded in his mind as he could use the orb defensively, offensively, and as a tool for battlefield control. "That's good to know. And the next skill I have is the massive beam strike he used."

He waved his hand, the motion was casual, but power responded instantly.

Behind him, a dozen small blue portals appeared in the air, swirling with magic, and glowing azure light mixing with darker currents. Each portal was perhaps six inches in diameter, all hovering at different heights.

They waited, patient and ready, for his command to unleash beams of azure magic forward.

Mimir nodded, wings stretching slightly. "So you seem to have gotten skills related to Fenrir's Devour and Ice powers."

Reinhard blinked, glancing back at the spinning portals. "This is related to ice?"

Mimir nodded, stretching both wings fully now. "It's absolute zero ice, but Fenrir hides it behind azure beams of light so that people will be more willing to clash with or take it."

Reinhard's eyes widened. "Wait, if the beam had hit me..."

"You would have been frozen on all levels. From your thoughts being frozen down to even your existence." Mimir confirmed matter-of-factly. "Requiring time before you could break out."

Reinhard sighed, the sound carrying profound relief mixed with retrospective fear. He willed the spinning portals to fade away, and they dissolved obediently, azure light dimming until nothing remained.

He sat on the bed, bringing up one leg to rest on his thigh. His golden eyes now showed only one diamond pupil as they stared at nothing in particular, as he processed everything.

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