At that exact moment, Amon stood before the leader of the beasts, emanating genetic energy so wild and aggressive that it seemed about to explode at any moment. His hair and clothes fluttered in the wind, granting him an imposing and powerful appearance.
Suddenly, a single musical note emerged from his nail, while a vibrant symbol of the treble clef illuminated the tip of his left index finger in a bright and intense red tone. Magnificent arcs of lightning manifested around him, creating a spectacle worthy of being witnessed by all living beings.
It was at this moment that a melodious sound, similar to those heralding the start of a battle, echoed through the air. It was the spell that Amon had launched through the elemental genetic mental rune, but this time something was different. The spell seemed much more significant and powerful, and the act of manifesting it was distinct from before.
