"Cells transforming into lightning cells, I shall destroy the earth and control the heavens."
Within Tyrion's heart, an ancient voice seemed to gently resound through time and space. An inexplicable feeling was quietly born and rippled out as well.
Tyrion spread his arms wide and formed a pose aa though he was drawing a bow with his fingers folding leaving just the index and the middle finger sticking out to look like he was holding an arrow.
At the same time, the figure within his body that was sitting cross-legged also formed the same exact pose.
A mysterious fluctuation emitted. At this moment, the mysterious black lights in the depths of Tyrion's body also turned increasingly bright and more vivid.
"Crackle!"
