Under the influence of the Bloodthirst Curse, the Earth Corpse's body shook violently, and he was no longer that calm, decisive strong figure.
Instead, he was driven by an ancient and evil curse, transforming into a creature craving fresh blood.
His eyes turned crimson, filled with greed and despair for unknown powers.
It seemed that only the ice coffin emitting a faint blue light, and the secrets hidden behind it, could be the only redemption in his heart.
It was the last ray of light before he was about to fall into an endless abyss.
"What's in here?" the Earth Corpse roared, his voice filled with endless anger and unwillingness.
He completely approached the ice coffin, gripping the edge tightly like iron clamps, striving to open what seemed unbreakable seal.
His muscles trembled under tension, each bone seemed on the brink of breaking under the impact of this power, but even so, he never backed down a bit.
