It was a humid night.
God Vritra stood in his room, arms gracefully spread out and eyes calmly closed. A bright purple aura glowed around him as he took deep, steady breaths.
『Excellent…』
He could feel his power growing to a level that even surprised him. But in the end, this was the result of his relentless trickery and god-like foresight.
『Ah… another increase in my Fate Value. It almost feels like I can interact more deeply with the workings of the world. On top of that, I can feel my [Void Dragon Heart] getting stronger this time as well.』
Vritra looked at his hand and noticed it had changed.
… Oh?
It now resembled a dragon's claw, covered in dark purple scales and ending in sharp talons. A powerful, decaying purple energy flowed from his hand, as if it could rot anything it touched.
The young Asura smiled at this.
