The sound of Sandro's words echoed in Ethan's ears.
The voice of the ritual suddenly became immense and thunderous, as if it was the only sound remaining in the entire world.
The people who entered this House of Shedding with Ethan all crawled to the ground, bowing in worship before the statue.
Even the strongest, Joseph, was no exception. He seemed to be struggling, but the divine light in his eyes was slowly fading away.
It seemed he had already lost hope.
Yet Ethan remained standing.
His 'True God's Name' was still helping him resist.
But Sandro's words continued to ring in his ears: "Ethan, do you know what your biggest weakness is? You are too emotional. It was like this with Vincent last time, and it's the same now. You can't always escape unscathed. So... join me. I will help you digest these useless parts, leaving only your decisiveness and wisdom..."
"Come!"
The next moment, from that Sandro's statue, a hand seemed to extend out, reaching for Ethan to grasp.
