Light flickered in Ethan's eyes as he sought a way to escape this place, but he couldn't find a flaw in the space to exploit.
Peggy spoke in a melodious, ethereal tone:
"I hope you can lend me the power you hold in your hand."
"No," Ethan immediately refused, but a sense of unease crept in as Peggy turned her gaze towards him. "I don't understand why you're so bent on fighting them. With your strength, escaping shouldn't be a problem, right?"
Peggy's expression turned slightly melancholic, and she sighed:
"I must remain here for a while longer; there are things I need to mend. Only by borrowing the power in your hands can I turn defeat into victory."
Ethan felt an immense discomfort.
The power within the golden skull emblem in his palm was his trump card.
Even unused, just having it in his palm held a significant deterrent effect on some powerful beings.
The Thousand-Faced Demon Spider was one such example.
