Mitsuki lay there on the ground and stared at the now starry sky of his Realm, trying to regain his energy. His body was in a lot of pain and it was highly unlikely that he could move at all.
"Damn, that hurt more than I expected," he said, recalling what he had done.
"I used Depuratus mana as the fuel for orchestra of Chaos, by expelling all the Cursed energy from the form... It was risky, but I had to... If I was to ever land an attack at him." He said, recalling the moment his face was stepped on.
"Nah, that I could not tolerate, especially for someone or rather, an entity supposed to be under me." He thought.
"But, that form he had... Will my form look like that when I grow to be five times stronger than my current self?" He wondered.
{Yes, that is an accurate representation of how your Orchestra Of Chaos form will look like.} Libera said, his voice still sounding wary of Mitsuki.
"I see, at what stage was it?" He asked.
