Once the heart accelerated its beating, it meant the blood flow accelerated as well.
At such a terrifying heart rate, it was unimaginable just how fast the blood was flowing.
If it were anyone else—no, any other god—their blood vessels probably could not withstand that speed and would burst instantly.
And Shiva's body already looked bloodied from the explosion just now. Wouldn't it be even worse for him?
"Th-that's really a heart beating?"
"Isn't it?"
"That obvious thing he's gripping in his hand—isn't that a heart?"
Many could hardly believe it, but that was what the reality before them appeared to be.
The heart Shiva gripped seemed as though it were about to be pulled out, bulging beneath his skin.
Thus, they could see the heart-shaped bulge pulsing at a horrifying speed.
As blood raced through his body with that pounding rhythm, a bloody mist instantly burst from the surface of his body.
The sight made many scream in fright, because it looked far too much like a person had suddenly exploded.
Yet the erupted blood mist seemed to evaporate in the blink of an eye, allowing them to see Shiva's body once more.
His entire body was crimson, like a piece of red-hot iron.
"Sister, wh-what is he doing?"
Goll asked her eldest sister beside her, terror written across her face.
Shiva's seemingly self-destructive behavior was deeply unsettling, much like Zeus's sudden, hair-raising act of self-harm in the previous match.
Could Shiva also be undergoing some kind of transformation?
"I wish I knew."
Brunhilde bit down on her thumb.
She knew that a god of Shiva's level should possess some special secret technique, but she had never heard of anything like this either.
Looking over at the Main Gods, it seemed that almost none of them knew what was