A few milliseconds after Chief Lupan threw the ball…
During that instant, Umisu stood at the batter's box in the middle of her swing. Her eyes, which were usually calm, avoidant, and even downright antisocial, were now brimming with a golden light that lit her whole body into a radiant fire.
Above her, a golden mist made out of rotating lights started to form the visage of a giant green egg whose surface was filled with an embossed engravings of natural accents. A storm brewing in the skies, greenery and moss spreading across a field, a vortex forming in the deep seas—all images of the violent and destructive tendencies of nature.
In her heart, the GodForge pieces that lay dormant now pumped out power, spooling out a single thick golden thread that unraveled, each strand beginning to weave around her arms, her legs, her hips—all the muscles she needed to swing a bat.
