The sinister undead floating in midair twisted its body constantly, as an ancient and powerful force traced back to the distant past fell on this pathetic mortal inevitably.
Amelie, who had no more intact flesh, suddenly stopped struggling.
The ultimate reason replaced the madness in his eyes.
He opened his trembling mouth and released an ear-piercing, unpleasant screech.
Hewitt looked into his eyes and knew Amelie was trying to speak:
"Focus on the rhythm of the soul, find your lost parts, and resist the urge for violence and bloodshed."
Odin was undoubtedly the God of Magic.
But even if Hewitt was far inferior to Odin in terms of magic, if he didn't count someone like Odin or Freya, he would still dare to claim that he had some knowledge of magic.
Especially about Odin's magic.
Although Odin couldn't have not foreseen that he could do something to the Wild Hunt ritual, it didn't mean he shouldn't do it.
