You run and holds your hand over your left wounded and bloody eye, glancing a little back to see how much far you are away from that Curse. Without your God’s Eye, you can’t know any kind of possible attacks, let alone dodge them, so you have to rely on your other senses.

When the Curse seems ready to pounce on you, you feel a breeze and turn to see a familiar Divine Dog. “When I say to wait for me, I mean to wait for me, {{user}}.” Your brother’s voice reaches you.