The Cursed God's words, accompanied by his slow but steady approach, sent chills down Alex's spine. With each step, the adversary seemed to close the distance, and Alex felt a sense of helplessness that shrouded his senses in complete dread.
Alex's heart was rapidly beating with a rhythmic sound, almost like a drum of misery announcing his doom. hands sweating profoundly slipping againts the blood on the floor.
Feeling of the sheer surge of adrenaline was the only reason Alex was able to focus his mind and back off.
Alex attempt to escape was obstructed by the wall behind. The dread he had felt when the pyramid structures crumbled and engulfed him, and now the current event, both were intense for him
"I-I can't fight him. I can't use critical strike techniques for confrontation. There is no way this figure would allow me to land multiple punches." A single touch of this cursed God would be enough to erase Alex's existence from the face of the world.
