"Roar!"
The giant tiger opened its blood-soaked maw.
It did not attack the Banshees' phantoms. Instead, it bit fiercely into the formless negative emotions that made up the dark ocean.
If the Wailing Banshees' power was Mental Pollution, then the giant tiger's bite was a kind of mental "purification."
No. It was more ruthless than purification.
It was devouring them!
With every bite, it chewed up and swallowed vast swaths of "despair."
With every swipe of its claws, it tore through and scattered dense clouds of "sorrow."
It was feeding.
Feeding on the negative emotions that could drive even gods mad.
Out on the battlefield.
Yada Yada, who had been writhing on the ground, suddenly stopped.
Slowly, he rose from the slick ground.
Rain struck his body, but he no longer felt the cold.
Golden divine runes resembling tiger stripes lit up beneath his skin and swiftly spread across his body.
His body swelled, his muscles bulged, and his bones cracked with a tooth-grating series of pops.
His features grew rugged, his canines lengthened, and his pupils became a pair of imposing golden slits.
He was no longer the young man who had always been a little insecure.
He had become a half-human, half-beast war god, brimming with primal strength and savage majesty.
"Urgh..."
The Wailing Banshees grunted in unison.
The mental power they had poured into Yada Yada seemed to vanish into a bottomless sea. They lost contact with it instantly.
No, they had not lost contact.
A more brutal, more primal power had forcibly "digested" it.
Yada Yada raised his head.
He opened his mouth, but no sound came out.
Yet a soundless roar made of pure will became a Mental Storm that swept across the entire Divine Kingdom.
There was no complex logic in that storm, no