"You fell because of Spiritual pressure," Loki's words fell on Alex's ears, echoing inside his mind, sinking deep and reminding Alex about his past experiences.
Currently, he was standing in front of one of the red cards, which was just a sway away from his hand, as if it would come into his hand with a slight movement.
But he did not move; instead, he started observing the red surface carefully, assessing the faint glint on the carved white lines dividing the card into two parts.
Another noteworthy thing was the air around this crimson ticket that was heavy demanding respect and awe.
It was like a hand had been placed on his back, pushing him forward to kneel.
But for Alex, it was bearable.
