The fanatical feast began in the square.
The little mice began their revelry...
At that moment, the Giant Dragon's arms were covered in countless tiny figures.
They scrambled over one another, gnawing, writhing, tearing and biting with abandon, absorbing the power within the flesh.
As if showing themselves off, they yearned for the gaze of the... lord atop the high platform.
Atop the high platform, Moss merely sat cross-legged on a cushion.
She propped her chin on one hand, her gaze sweeping over the surging black tide below.
An increasingly wanton curve blossomed across her split lips before finally turning into a burst of laughter.
"Hahaha..."
Moss raised the specially roasted Giant Dragon finger high and shouted:
"Eat! Eat your fill, my kin!"
Crunch!
The enormous finger, bones and all, was bitten off in one bite!
Crack! Crack...
Sharp teeth crushed the hard bone, the cracking sounds echoing across the square.
The sound, symbolic of an apex predator, drove the celebrating mice into an even greater frenzy.
"Squeeeeeee!!!"
The fanatical cries echoed across the square, transforming into wisps of faint golden radiance.
At that moment, Moss sensed the energy constantly converging on her from the air and laughed even more wantonly.
Power of Faith!
It was an unprecedentedly clear sensation.
Moss could feel this power repairing every part of her body.
Even her Kin Space talent, which had shown no movement for so long, seemed to be changing faintly.
However, the energy formed from this faith was still far too little.
In just a few seconds, it was completely exhausted.
Moss knew, however, that this was already the current limit.
The little mice's emotions had reached their threshold.
No matter how much she stimulated them, no more faith would appear in the short term.
Moss looked at the constantly cheering