Alex, who could still see everything clearly even though the Curse had taken over, was stunned. A chill ran through him, not just from fear, but from something deeper—horror, sadness, helplessness all mixed into one.
The entire arena trembled. The space around the platform felt like it was shrinking, crushed under the weight of the enraged Goddess's presence.
Alex had met many powerful beings before. He had always believed himself to be strong—strong enough to stand against even the Gods if needed.
But now, looking at the green-haired woman he had hugged only moments ago, he realized something terrifying: he wasn't even close. He wasn't even standing at the base of the ladder. Her presence… it was something he couldn't explain. It was too much—too vast, too raw, too broken.
"H-Hey, why don't you calm down your Mother?" His voice shook, and his fingers trembled.