With the circle pulsing with even more divine energy, everyone was eager to see what a demigod was about to do.
Gara shifted into a stance, an unusual one that seemed to leave his entire body open, but that wasn't true, he wasn't open, everything was locked down, and no motion happened without him knowing.
Gara was charging up something extremely powerful right now.
'His muscle movements, they are very refined.' Silva thought while looking at Gara.
Gara smiled calmly, and then lifted his head, "I have spent over three hundred years refining my body." He tensed his muscles even more, Silva watched it move like a worm was twisting inside the flesh.
When he was done, his muscles finally reset, steam rose from his body, not the type you'd see when you open a pot of cooked food, no, the type that burns off your face in an instant.
