She took a sharp breath in, stirring the nearby branches into a wild frenzy like a whirlpool. Now was the moment when Moli, the Whale-man Species, also known as the Prophetic Destroyer, unleashed her full power.
But as Mr. Fischer had mentioned, once she entered this state, she would lose all rationality, blindly bombarding her surroundings without distinguishing friend from foe.
Moli was like holding a treasure sword, swinging it while grasping the blade instead of the handle, inevitably causing much harm to herself while injuring the enemy.
After inhaling a lungful of air, she suddenly grabbed Mr. Fischer's Spinner and violently tore it apart.
The next second, the freed Moli leapt into the air gracefully and powerfully like a killer whale twisting out of water, sprinkling droplets on Mr. Fischer's cheeks. The next instant, she plummeted down, lunging past the Bee Dance that Fischer had thrown and pouncing directly at him.
