This would be a scene that Cornel would remember for the rest of his life. Ivar was like a monster from a nightmare, slowly crawling out of the darkness, dragging blood, shattering the limits between dimensions, and such personally descending right in front of Cornel.
He never imagined that this guy in a wheelchair could be so terrifying. Ivar had been hiding himself, accumulating for many years just for today.
A heroic death.
Die standing like a Viking warrior.
Pain and death could no longer threaten him, because that was exactly what he wanted.
At this moment, nothing could stop him. Even the guards carrying Secret Blood were not his match. To be precise, Cornel shouldn't have placed his hopes on them in the first place.
After all, the guards of the choir were implanted with stable Secret Blood. Its power wasn't as strong as that of the Demon Hunter, but at least it's stable enough. Even a cowardly mortal heart could easily control it.
