"Holy shit..." Dawn's hand trembled around his blade as he stared at the patch of space that had been erased. "Is this guy going to fight by eating his enemies from now on?"
He imagined Yada Yada chasing gods across the world while they screamed, "Don't eat me! Don't eat me!" The dignity of the entire divine order seemed one step from collapse.
"Shut up."
For the first time, Tiga Lingyu's voice carried a sharp rebuke.
Dawn froze. He was about to argue when he followed her gaze and noticed something was wrong.
Yada Yada hadn't answered his joke.
He still stood where he was, head bowed, his massive Orc body trembling slightly.
The brilliant tiger-striped Divinity covering him, as though cast from molten gold, was undergoing a strange change.
Wisps of gray-black energy seeped from beneath his skin. Like living poison, they climbed along the golden markings, spreading over them and staining them.
His wild, domineering aura as a king was rapidly turning chaotic.
One moment, it held the savage vitality of the King of Beasts.
The next, it carried the deathly stillness and emptiness of Final Dirge.
Two utterly opposed concepts waged a silent but brutal war inside him.
"His Divinity... It's clashing." Song Ling's voice was cold, and the black Frostflame around her flickered uneasily.
She knew the nature of that gray-black energy better than anyone. It was a "nothingness" purer and more absolute than her End Frost.
And now that nothingness was trying to devour the "being" of the Tiger God within Yada Yada.
"Urgh..."
A roar choked with endless agony forced its way out of Yada Yada's throat.
He jerked his head up.
His eyes were no longer both pure gold with slit pupils.
His left eye still burned with golden fire, full of a