Just now, Ivar was still mocking the emptiness of the God Odin, but somehow, his voice now became reverent.
"He said I am a pitiful person, that if my father truly loved me, he should have strangled me in the cradle."
The sound gradually came closer, and Cornel abruptly turned the direction of the gun, but there was only void and darkness, and he couldn't see Ivar.
"Hebdo also thought I was pitiful, so he tried to help me. The process was painful and terrible, but I am indeed very grateful to him. He is my best friend."
Something was creeping in the darkness, and Cornel fired without hesitation.
The muzzle's flash briefly lit up the darkness, and although only for a moment, Cornel saw too much in that instant.
