The scarlet orb sank into Dragon Soaring World's chest and instantly became a scalding torrent that surged through every part of his body.
Divine Grace: War Fanaticism!
He felt the War God Fire within him resonate perfectly with this new power.
Every heartbeat seemed to beat a war drum. Every breath stirred the killing intent in the air.
He clenched his fist, and his knuckles cracked in a rapid series of pops.
The power swelling inside him felt ready to burst out of his body. He was more than twice as strong as before!
"Hahahaha!"
Dragon Soaring World threw back his head and laughed.
Loneliness?
Fuck loneliness!
As long as he could keep growing stronger, fight the toughest battles, and kill the strongest enemies, what did it matter if he had to walk this path alone?
He turned and strode toward his guild without sparing Roderick another glance.
The outcome was settled. The loser no longer deserved his attention.
Roderick stood where he was as the light of his Holy Spirit form slowly faded. His face remained calm, though something stirred deep in his eyes.
He watched Dragon Soaring World walk toward his companions, then looked at the astronomical gap between their scores.
He had lost.
Utterly and decisively.
"Guild leader!"
Blood War Eight Wastelands was the first to rush up. He punched Dragon Soaring World's breastplate in excitement, drawing a dull clang.
"That last move of yours was fucking incredible!"
"Badass! I can't think of any other word for it!"
"Guild leader, do you feel like you could punch a city apart right now?"
The guild members crowded around him so tightly that no one could get through. Every face shone with pride and fervent admiration.
Dragon Soaring World raised a hand for quiet.
Ignoring their praise, he