Surrendering your will
Calls of horror and awe spread through the capital of Sin as Qinglong’s full form came into being stretching out from Miharu’s body. Surviving monks and Sinese warriors fell to their knees as they began to worship the god-like entity, a truly naive act as their life essence was ripped from the mortal coils to maintain their great body within the Earthly plane. Shock draw upon Hirota’s face as the damage around them increased with each and every passing moment. At the same time peering through the heart of Qinglong, they weren’t growing in strength but rather diminishing over time. Their very spirit was failing as something in the great distance beyond Kon’s own scope was ripping them apart. He had heard in the whispers of rumors in which Qinglong once resided freely only this world only to be stopped by some figure, who it was Kon couldn’t remember. Perhaps this was a residual effect from whatever battle or conflict the two had between each-other.
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