Scorching steam, glinting with a black sheen, was sizzling out of McGraw's body. His head drooping, his body curled up, he let out a vague roar, and strange green veins erupted all over him. A violent force he had never felt before gathered like a river, like a flood, rampaging within McGraw's body.
The monster was gradually merging with McGraw, as a strong "desire for destruction" took hold of his brain, which he had always preferred to use for thinking.
Click clack!
The solidified world suddenly began to crack. The first to awaken was the leader of the Holy Guidance Sect, this naked young man, still following his previous state, trying hard, grinning fiercely, and stuffing a rotten heart into McGraw's mouth.
But what greeted him was a "monster" like face; McGraw was laughing too, and his laughter was unrestrained.
