Slowly but surely, the crimson kingly energy that the formation produced grew more intense.
It beca a vibrant aura filling the air.
As the sacrificial carcasses disintegrated turning into speck of dust under the grinding power of the kingly energy—Rex couldn't help but smile. He knew from this sight, that the sacrifices were absorbed by the blood moon.
Regardless of his relationship with the Lunirich Gods, the ritual was still accepted.
Upon the last corpse disintegrated, the formation unleashed a torrent of kingly energy.
Feeling the brush of its power, Rex feels the arrogance in its oppressive force.
Boom!
Out of nowhere, Flunra who was also marveling at the sight got propelled away.
A tongue of energy flicked him away like a leaf caught in a storm.
Even when that happened, Rex didn't avert his gaze away other than to the formation as the crimson energy swirled and coalesced within it, a magnificent display of war power. He then stepped forward, the energy seed to have a magnetic pull towards him.
An energy pulsed through his veins, relishing in its intoxicating embrace.
Despite this act being a taunt to a Lunirich God, Rex was not worried—he was even smiling.
Not that he dared to defy a deity, at least not now, but because he knew that he was safe.
Because of the Lunirich Gods' mistake, they couldn't do anything to Rex now.
Interfering in the world of mortals has its consequences, and they are suffering from it.
Upon stepping his foot into the crimson barrier surrounding the formation—made entirely of the blood moon's kingly energy—Rex was forced to turn, into his Werewolf form. His upright posture and the air around him displayed the grace of regality.
His Werewolf form with two curving horns and red lines has the charm of a prince.
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