[Notice: This chapter title is purely fictional and does not reflect or promote any real-life actions or themes. It is used within the context of the story only.]
The tiger's roar did not stop. It continued for ten seconds. The sound waves hit the walls and bounced back. Because of that, the players who were already on the floor felt their eardrums burst. Fresh blood ran down their necks.
The tiger was now twice its original size. Its blue fur was matted with purple mana. The purple mana leaked from its skin and hovered in the air. It looked like a thick fog. The tiger's eyes were no longer blue. They were a dark, glowing purple. It took a step forward. The stone floor beneath its paw did not just crack. It turned into black liquid.
Leonhardt Weiss tried to lift his head. His golden armor was shattered. The divine light was gone. He tried to grip his sword, but his fingers were broken. Because of that, the sword slipped from his hand.
"Move..." Leonhardt whispered.
