Ethan Hunt clutched his head with both hands. Looking at his body, which was nearly torn to pieces, he cried out in a language he couldn't understand...
The deity called "Set" inside his mind was entangled with his soul and kept trying to devour it completely.
But under Hulk's iron fists, the "god" had lost all his majesty!
Set, an Elder God who had yet to recover his full power, had summoned every ounce of his strength and still failed to withstand Hulk's attacks.
He had burned through a tremendous amount of energy, and the upper hand in the battle for his soul had returned to Ethan Hunt...
Professor Wilson sprinted over to Ethan Hunt, who had been all but pounded flat. He grabbed Ethan Hunt's head, which was nearly detached from his body...
Looking at the confusion, pain, and despair on Ethan Hunt's face, Professor Wilson shouted, "Ethan, wake up! You're still alive!
"We can't break the curse, but we can defeat it!
"Beat him, control him, make him serve you...
"Think of your buddy Benji. He needs you to bring him back to life...
"Think of your lover. She needs you, or she won't survive in Hell's Kitchen!
"Remember what the Ancient One said?
"Our souls are born free..."
Professor Wilson's encouragement was like a spell. Ethan Hunt clutched his head and cried out in pain. The pupils in his eyes reappeared, and his sunken chest began to swell as if filling with air.
His dislocated neck, stretched unnaturally long, made a horrible series of cracking sounds as it slowly returned to normal...
As Ethan Hunt's body recovered, the struggle within his soul reached its most intense point...
Just as Ethan Hunt reached out his right hand to strangle the old man in front of him, his left