Before the magic storm arrived, Mu's shoulders slightly sank, his calloused hands naturally relaxed.
He focused intently on the encroaching magic storm and then suddenly clapped his hands together and twisted. A radiant golden staff abruptly manifested into existence!
"I beseech the Silver-Crowned Dragon, the God of the Holy Number Seven!
"The God who brooks no defiance! The God crowned and bearing the sword—"
Aiwass gazed at Mu and bellowed in prayer: "Grant the Hero a mighty form!"
As Aiwass's prayer concluded, Mu's body suddenly expanded and increased in size. A thin layer of ice armor coated his skin, and white steam, uncertain whether it was heat or cold, rose from him. With increased strength, physique, and defense, he paradoxically became even more agile.
——This was the divine art of the Silver-Crowned Dragon, Mighty Form!
Mu's height, already nearly two meters, instantly surged to four meters in the blink of an eye!
