Ethan had unraveled the entirety of the God of Curses' schemes and was adamant in his disbelief.
Battling against the curses cast by the God of Curses, Ethan hastened to Valhalla with utmost speed.
The blood-red moon crashed directly into Valhalla, embedding itself in its core.
Ethan could sense an almost infinite surge of the Power of Curse within Valhalla.
Now, a hint of hesitation crept into his mind, as he felt that entering Valhalla might lead him into grave danger.
"You're hesitating now, aren't you? You lack the confidence to overcome the Power of Curse. Even if you manage to conquer the forces emanating from Valhalla, there's no guarantee of success for Sherry," whispered the God of Curses, his voice resonating once more in Ethan's mind.
The deity seemed to have an uncanny awareness of Ethan's every thought, responding instantly to each new idea that formed.
