The goblin, aged terribly due to the backlash of magic, struggled to lift its head. Its eyes widened, somewhat in disbelief, as it stared at the Energy Giant towering several meters tall.
The figure of the opponent slowly overlapped with the visage of Winter and the Hunting God in its memories...
"Majesty... Your Majesty..."
Its lips were numb, both fearful and awestruck, it found itself unable to utter another word.
The Energy Giant glanced at it, its expression devoid of joy or sorrow, emotionless, yet the following cold snort conveyed its inner dissatisfaction, making the goblin shiver involuntarily.
At the same time, accompanied by splendid silvery light and ethereal hymns, a divine and immense pressure instantly emanated from the giant...
That was the natural oppression from a higher being's life source upon a lower being.
The True God's Divine Soul pressure!
