Chapter 724: The pain of victory (I)
Jormungandr had become a colossus, a serpentine deity stretched across the skies above the Voidheart Fortress.
His vast body coiled through the clouds in chaotic grace, forming arcs that resembled mountains made of living water. Each movement sent gusts of hurricane winds howling across the battlefield. His deep blue-black scales shimmered with streaks of crackling, lightning-like energy, as though he had consumed the very breath of a storm.
He was a being born from hunger, reborn through battle, and forged in power.
The skin of the True Depravita of Gluttony was etched with glowing runes—bioluminescent sigils that pulsed like the beat of a cosmic heart. These markings weren’t simply magical—they resonated with a force equal to the fundamental Laws of the Universe, but alien in form and function. They twisted in patterns beyond comprehension, beautiful and terrible.
Only one other being in all creation possessed an aura that could stand beside it: the dark, void-forged wrathful skin of the True Depravita of Wrath.
"ROOOOOOAAARRRRRR!"
Jormungandr’s massive draconic head towered above the clouds. With his mouth stretched wide in a roar that shook both ground and sky, he sent shockwaves crashing against the broken building below, making many shatter to pieces. Inside his abyssal maw, jagged coral-like fangs shimmered with raw magical energy—teeth meant to shred even Legendary beings like parchment.
His eyes glowed a piercing, electric blue—vast, unblinking, eternal. In them swirled the essence of Gluttony’s Core Sin and the boundless, consuming power of the Law of Life, twisted into a force that devoured instead of nurtured.
Awe and terror seized the hearts of all who bore witness. Both allies and enemies stood frozen in place as they beheld the transformation. The small yellow cat they had dismissed as a curiosity had become a divine serpent spanning thousands of meters in the sky. His body cast a massive shadow over the entire city, plunging it into eerie twilight.
And then, everything escalated.
Jormungandr opened his gargantuan jaws and pointed them skyward. A consuming force unlike anything the world had ever known surged forth. But this energy didn’t draw from the battlefield—it pulled from beyond the veil.