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Unlike the God of Thunder's aura of a "Tyrant," which made it almost impossible to even think of resisting, Richard Ernst, who had fallen into a state of indulgence, possessed an equally terrifying power-as though a kindly shell had shattered, exposing the horrifying brutality beneath.
It was hatred, anger, and despair.
It was every negative emotion that originated in humanity yet led people toward madness.
Klein was relatively unaffected. He was young, with neither a wealth nor a dearth of life experience, and had little cynicism in him. He merely felt his heartbeat accelerate and his destructive urges rise somewhat beyond his control.
Colin and Lovia, however, felt as though they had suffered a heavy blow. The agony of having to kill their own loved ones, the oppression of struggling on the verge of death while bearing the hopes of generation after generation, and the despair of finally receiving divine guidance only to be told that their god was dead-all of this filled them with uncontrollable, intense hatred for God Almighty. At the same time, they began to hate the Ancient Sun God and the True Creator, and flames of fury abruptly ignited in their hearts.
Almost simultaneously, they cast gazes bordering on curses toward God Almighty, brimming with intense hatred.
Richard's joints twisted. He lowered his body, his hands turning into wolf claws, their sharp tips stained dark by countless layers of congealed blood. His leg joints bent backward, tearing through his formal trousers and exposing wolf-like limbs suited to running and leaping.
He had not chosen to use his Mythical Creature Form, instead choosing the "Werewolf" state with the strongest urge to attack!
Klein could not make out his movements at all. The next instant, he had vanished, while flickering figures appeared constantly in the elaborate, glittering