Joy:?
Listening to the Arbiter's words, Joy felt a wave of dizziness and irritation, even starting to wonder whether something had gone wrong with her mind.
This endless succession of incidents, one after another, with seemingly more surprises still to come, was an enormous drain on her.
What did he mean, she still had...
Just as she was about to demand an explanation, the surrounding space instantly became unstable again, as if it were about to reach the point of losing control.
Joy cursed under her breath. It had been far too long since she had been in such a sorry state.
She steadied herself in her chair and suppressed her turbulent energy.
For powerless beings like humans, the more energy they possessed, the harder it was to control; the more easily they became agitated and warped, just like the sun.
But for gods, it was the opposite. Their very existence was energy itself, so when their energy was insufficient and they could not maintain balance, they instead became violent and difficult to control.
But violence did not mean strength. More often, it represented loss of control and destruction.
The light around her flickered brightly and dimly. Gritting her teeth and bracing herself against the table before her, Joy suddenly roared:
"Death!"
The Black Box cut off all communication, yet the instant he heard that voice, Death inside the Black Box shuddered and looked outside in shock.
Was it over, or... had something really gone wrong?
Outside, the moment Joy's roar rang out, a cloud of purple-black smoke burst from within her body and enveloped her.
Death's divine power gave her, now hollowed out, a measure of replenishment and stabilized her strength.
Earlier, during the exchange when the Black Box had been opened, Death had patted her shoulder before