"Kismet! Don't—" Thor released one of the tentacles wrapped around the Diary and reached for Kismet.
His tentacle had barely stretched halfway when Kismet's body abruptly lost all its color, changing from a living person into a pure-white statue.
His expression remained easy and relaxed, a faint curve at the corners of his mouth.
Every detail was clear, lifelike.
The next moment, the entire statue suddenly scattered. At first, the fragments spread quickly, but their speed plummeted after traveling a yard, as if the scene had turned into slow motion. They drifted and swirled down like the first snow of winter, landing on Thor's tentacles and eyes with a faint chill before vanishing.
Where his torso had been, a Silver Quill now floated silently.
The quill was far from pristine. Its feathers were somewhat disheveled, and several vertical cracks marred its shaft.
As Thor's tentacle reached out to stop Kismet, the Silver Quill happened to fall into it.
It felt cold to the touch, and a mysterious essence flowed through the battered quill.
The marks of damage only added to its air of mystery.
The moment he grasped the quill, Thor sighed inwardly.
Kismet's consciousness had vanished completely. All that remained was a powerful but lifeless Witchcraft Item.
Just as he had said: if he couldn't have complete freedom, he didn't want it.
So he had chosen to give up even himself.
As his sigh faded, hundreds of Thor's Star Eyes instantly glared at Douglas.
Kismet might not have been a good person, but he had called Thor his master!
Thor curled a tentacle around the quill and brought it before the Diary.
The dark-red Hardcover Book opened as if it had sensed the quill.
The white threads that had originally connected to Thor gathered once more, forming a pure-white