The rain kept coming down harder.
The icy rain drenched Othinus, yet she felt no chill.
She simply held Sevier in her arms. The doll's body heat had long since faded, leaving only cold.
The thick film over Othinus's right eye had been torn open, and blood silently welled out, mingling with the rain.
Whether tears, blood, or bloody tears, they streaked her pale face with glaring red marks.
It hurt! It hurt so much!
Amid her unbearable grief, something deep within that right eye seemed to shatter under a sudden blow.
Ancient sealing runes cracked and flaked away from the corners of her eye like dried mud.
The curses that had once seemed impossible to undo were forcibly broken through by her surging sorrow and rage!
The film covering Othinus's right eye shattered completely, and a blood-red pupil slowly opened.
It was no ordinary red, but an enchanting hue like a sea of blood that had settled for millions of years.
A chaotic vortex seemed to spin deep within the pupil. The eerie, alluring blood-red eye sent a shiver down one's spine.
Magic burst from her petite body like a landslide and a tsunami, and the authority that had once been suppressed returned to her completely.
The flowers, grass, and trees around her instantly turned to dust. Spiderweb-like cracks spread across the ground, and even space groaned under the strain.
A brilliant silver beam of light pierced through the clouds from the heavens, landing beside Othinus.
It was a staircase formed from pure power, stretching all the way beyond the azure planet to the gray moon.
The man in formalwear sighed. "This must be what it looked like when Gilgamesh held the body of his dead dearest friend, Enkidu."
Othinus had reclaimed her former power and gained the ability