Pffft!
The two Spiritual Warriors paused, gazing at their wounds, where golden blood slowly oozed, not flowing downward like a stream.
Instead, it ascended and swirled upwards like flames!
"This is good."
[Goddess of Truth] nodded:
"Lord Oshen, Lord Yefeng—you should have felt it."
"...Yes, truly a moving Strength."
Oshen's form was engulfed by golden flames, clenching his fist as the Armor on his body rapidly reshaped and transformed, the helmet metamorphosing into a draconic figure, and the Gun in his hand changed into a spiral Long Halberd.
"This is our original form."
Atreya Nightwind draped a heavy black cloak over himself, lifting a light axe in both hands, patting the wolf head on his shoulders with satisfaction:
"This form feels more natural!"
[White Knight] turned to look at the Curator, who gently stroked the Stitched Monster beside him and nodded slightly:
"Seven times should be enough to break the defense. I'll have Martisha join in."
