C71 Attack

Odin felt cold sweat bead and drip down his forehead. This heart-wrenching pain wasn't new to him, yet it had never been this intense before. It was as if a hand with razor-sharp nails was viciously squeezing his heart, blood oozing out relentlessly.

His eyes were tightly shut, his brow furrowed deeply, and his clothes soaked through with sweat.

Though the pain made Odin want to scream