And this mockery enraged the whispers within the curse, accompanied by ceaseless, deathly wails that swept across the battlefield. All civilized units and Heroic Spirits infected began to inexplicably produce lesions, writhing in the form of twisted flesh or terrifying souls, even seizing the "host's" vital functions!
Even the God of Might felt a chill run down his spine!
But the image of the War Recovery God suddenly changed; he transformed into the form of the War Recovery God (Assassin Class)!
Clad in a black robe, wearing a skeleton mask, and wielding a DNA Spiral Greatsword!
The twisted flesh and terrifying souls latched onto the War Recovery God, completely enveloping him in a blink, while the curse's whisper continued to echo:
".....Die, I want you to feel eternal despair, to turn your soul into a cradle that nurtures life!"
