"Initialising Host's request..."
"Analyzing Host's opponent...
Opponent is in a higher realm than the Host!"
"Activating Blessing of Jambavan..."
The crimson bear spirit emerged from my forehead, radiating an overwhelming pressure that even forced Theon to rush at me.
"Stop him!!!"
Somehow he knew that if I fully manifest the technique I was about to unleash, the slim chances of victory they had would be shattered.
Several attackers, along with Theon, leapt at me in a desperate attempt to obstruct the skill midway.
"I won't let you!" he shouted, swinging the massive scythe at my head.
"Blink."
The hundreds of attacks that were shot at me struck the empty ground as I vanished from the group of sheep and reached the top of the dirt wall that Jambavan had created.
Without a whisper of wind, my hair defied gravity, unfurling skyward in a wild, ethereal banner. My eyes bled with intense crimson, and a monumental power unleashed within my body.
"Blessing of Jambavan activated!"
