Ferocious attack, energy rampant, as if to destroy this body of water, completely shattering the last remaining stable structure of the Divine Kingdom.
Boom boom boom!
Herbert felt the vibrations all around, his brows furrowed tightly. The difficulty of this monster far exceeded expectations.
And Nenasha also furrowed her brow.
However, it wasn't because of the opponent's difficulty and threat, but... due to some boring reason, she lost patience.
["Tsk, why is it so ugly!"]
As a former divine once worshipped by Heroic Spirits, Nenasha looked at the twisted, furious, and struggling-to-exhibit-"strength" patchwork monster, her mouth involuntarily twitching.
["No, I'm saying... why are your dreams so distorted?"]
Why?
Your aesthetic sense, what on earth is happening with it?
How did it become this horrific form?
["Is it because of someone? Surely it can't be because of me, I don't have such poor taste!"]
