"This aura...?"
"How is this even possible..."
Violent fluctuations of spiritual power surged forward, crashing against the cultist's body like an unstoppable tidal wave. His pupils trembled. The creature before him... it wasn't an illusion. It was real — horrifyingly, undeniably real.
No matter how much he tried to deny it, reality left no room for escape.
The cultist's eyes suddenly gleamed with an intense demonic light, brimming with twisted resolve.
He couldn't accept that a group of lowly, mindless beasts could rise to such terrifying strength. There had to be a hidden secret behind this. Some forbidden technique. A divine inheritance. A blessing from beyond.
He had to uncover it.
He would rip it from their corpses if he had to.
"Hahahahaha... You fucking pest, you wanna-be hero, let me show you what a real Stage 2 being is capable of..."
