"Superior Breathing Technique..."
"I have it too!"
THUMP!
THUMP!
...
His heart suddenly began to beat faster, a pure breath of life flowing with his blood to his limbs and bones.
The next moment.
"HMM!"
Carl's neck arched, his body trembling slightly.
"CRACK!"
"CRACKLE! POP!"
In Hal's eyes, his opponent seemed to inflate, suddenly growing taller and larger.
In the blink of an eye, he transformed into a giant three meters tall.
Iron Giant!
Secret Skill?
Carl raised his left hand, gazing at his palm.
Thanks to the automatic assembly witchcraft on his armor, as his body grew larger, the armor expanded with it, not hindering his movements.
"Do I need to say..."
"Thank you?"
"BOOM!"
The dirt beneath his feet exploded and the rocks below cracked as the armored giant lunged fiercely at Hal.
The broadsword, which previously required two hands to wield, now looked like a 'short sword' in Carl's grasp.
A 'short sword' enveloped in Fierce Flame.
"BANG!"
