Since entering this world, Pan Long had heard of the so-called "Calamity" more times than he could count, but this was the first time he had witnessed one erupt with his own eyes.
...Those dried corpses didn't count. They were merely the remains of people killed by a Calamity. In the terms of the Nine Provinces World, if a Calamity was a Demon, those corpses were, at most, ghosts enslaved by one.
The only thing Pan Long had seen that might have been a Calamity was the expert known as "Thor the Thunder God."
The man had indeed been formidable, but he had fought openly and honorably, without a trace of skulking about. He had even stayed rooted to the bridge, refusing to budge an inch. He had seemed a little stiff, almost adorably so.
Pan Long had thought that if all Calamities were like that, they hardly seemed frightening.
Now he finally understood what made Calamities so terrifying!
Two perfectly normal, living people had turned into monsters in mere seconds. The cheerful atmosphere vanished in an instant, leaving only terror and pain.
"Everyone, throw away your jewelry! Scatter in every direction!" Colin shouted. At the same time, he drew the long blade he always kept at his side and readied himself for battle.
He gritted his teeth, his eyes full of pain and fury. His anger was directed at both the Calamity and himself.
"If only I'd been more careful..." The words squeezed through his clenched teeth, but he could not finish.
In the blink of an eye, his muscles bulged, even more grotesquely than they had during his last Awakening. His whole body looked misshapen.
Perhaps it was the blood surging through him, but every muscle gleamed a savage red in the firelight. He almost looked like a