The Great Old Ones... Really Exist

"Once the Evil God gets out of its seal, it will harm the world, cause widespread death, and even end the entire Norland Continent." Urien looked up at that airflow. He raised up his hand and clenched his fist in the air. Frost quickly formed an iceball, and froze that airflow before falling back into the deep hole. Layers of ice began to form rapidly, and sealed that hole instantly.

Krassu stared at the iceball sealed in the deep hole with a grave expression as he shook his head. "Your seal can only prevent its aura from escaping for a month at most. Once he gains control of others or attracts the believers of the Evil God, he can escape very quickly."

"It's better than doing nothing." Urien retrieved his hand and coughed twice loudly.