"Watch out. That curse is made by sacrificing his organ, and this time, his left arm!"
"…" Nathan's expression turned grimmer. He understood what it meant to sacrifice one's own body for a curse.
Earlier, Iskar used his blood as a catalyst. The power alone almost doubled. If he sacrificed his own limb, it meant losing that limb for his entire life. The power of that curse would be multiple times stronger than the previous curse.
At the same time, Iskar's life was still in danger. Nathan's bullets were still coming for him.
Iskar wasn't afraid of these bullets. He used his blood to create a barrier. Even if it wasn't strong, he just had to maintain it until he got away from the bullets. After all, these bullets weren't controlled directly by Nathan.
