Capítulo 332: Chapter 332: Enter Player Van

Horror.

The fear that Hermod was feeling had now turned into horror as Van was now right in front of him, gripping his arm tightly. He tried to swat his arm away; but forget about pushing Van away, Hermod himself couldn't even move from Van's grip.

The only thing he could do was grit his teeth when Van's grip suddenly grew tighter. The only reason he wasn't wincing and groveling in pain was that due to his speed, his body also quickly heals his body, causing only a sort of tickle to wrap around his wounds and injuries-- no matter how grave.

He could only watch as Van ripped his arm off and threw it towards Gerald. This kind of brutality was common with the Aesir, but never once did he imagine he would one day become its target.

Van had said that he wanted to send his head to the Aesir-- if so, then Hermod was just waiting for his death if he stays here. But with Surtr incapacitated, there was no longer any variable that could serve as a distraction.