A powerful voice echoed out of Sheina, with the White Dragon above her roaring in sync.
But this didn’t seem like an ordinary shout. It was a force. Something that transcended the physical reality of the world itself.
It caused something within the Ersatz Archer to feel disconnected from his body itself. He couldn’t see. He couldn’t hear. He couldn’t even feel the coldness of the Artifice in his heart.
It felt like he was a disembodied soul that was suddenly lost in the fabric of reality.
The monstrous Fly Diva above his head staggered, its edges starting to fray and bleed, before it completely disintegrated back into a gray smoke.
With the Ersatz Archer becoming completely disconnected with reality, so did his connection with his own power.
Now, the effects of Sheina’s ’voice’ affected only her opponent. Yet, the tremors of her shout was able to transcend beyond the Sanctum itself, reaching the Colosseum and all of its spectators.
The ground underneath their feet shook. Their minds trembled. They felt as if they just heard the roar of a majestic monster that had just awoken from a deep slumber.
It came everywhere. For normal people, it seemed as if this ’voice’ came from their own souls rather than something that came from someone else.
But those with a more sensitive connection to the world of Aubility Power, those who had a high concentration of GodForge pieces into their hearts for example, were able to pinpoint the direction of this voice.
And it was none other than the demi-human below.
The Conglomerates stood up from their seats, their eyes filled with shock. They knew exactly what this was.
"Anc... Ancien... Ancient—"
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"Ancient Roar!!!" Rivet shouted, the hair on the back of her neck standing in shock. "That’s not possible!"
Duchess Regina was shocked as well. "Are you sure?!"
"Yes, of course I know!"
As a Mystic Master, Rivet was probably one of the only people here in the Colosseum who knew the most about the Ancient Roar.
It’s been a topic in the Guild of Arcana for as long as she could remember, ranging back to when the organization was first founded thousands of years ago.
The Mythical Beasts of the Ancient Era were so dangerous because of their ’roars’. It was the only thing that could even kill an Ancient Human.
And in truth, the Guild of Arcana didn’t put as much research into the Ancient Roar as the other relics of that era, simply because it wasn’t as valuable. It was a power meant only for beasts.
But recently, with the immigration of the Beastfolks in the Royal Continent, the Ancient Roar has had a resurgence in the conversation.
In fact, that was one of the reasons why the Antique Bones were so widely sought after amongst the Beastfolks.
They hoped that they could inherit the Ancient Roar from the bone of a Mythical Beast!
And as far as they knew, no one had yet to succeed. And it seemed that no one would.
But who knew that a demi-human would be the one to awaken that ancient power?
This was certainly an upheaval that was perhaps the biggest discovery to date, even more than a demi-human becoming a Maugnetic.
And the fact that those two feats were made by the same person... was very interesting, to say the least.
"Now I must have this girl under my employ!" Rivet excitedly said. "I would love to learn everything about the Ancient Roar! How about you, Eldea?"
But the Blind Swordmistress remained silent in deep contemplation.
She wasn’t as surprised as her Mystic Master friend.
She’d felt the Ancient Roar before. In fact, she distinctly remembered two instances with which she was sure that someone in New Sparta used an Ancient Roar.
Back then, that was just a suspicion. This fight only verified it.
However, there was just something that Eldea was ruminating about.
Was Sheina the same person that used the Ancient Roar from before?
It would certainly make sense.
But Eldea just had a feeling that those were different ’voices’.
If her guesses were correct, then that would mean that there were three people who awakened an Ancient Roar.
That was an absurd thought, which was why she was still staying silent.
But... What if?
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Once again, all around the Colosseum, people began to discuss with great enthusiasm about what they just witnessed.
The Beastfolk leaders. The Werewolf Chiefs, the Mermen rulers, the Royalblood Vampires, the Elven heads, and most importantly, the Draconians were in an uproar as they realized this discovery.
The Ancient Roar.
The inheritance of their ancestors.
Some of them couldn’t help but bow their heads down in respect. The Ancient Roar was a sign of authority that they simply couldn’t ignore.
It was a callsign. A signal to gather all of those that will bow down to the new authority of all Beastfolks.
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Just a few minutes ago, before the final game of the Archery tournament was decisively finished, there was a new dangerous idea being disseminated amongst the crowd.
"What is that Fly Diva? That looks cool," said someone in the crowd.
A second later, a man whose face was obscured by a black hood approached him. "Would you be surprised to find out that you can also achieve this kind of power?"
"Oh I wish. But I don’t have the money to purchase even a single kilogram of GodForge piece."
"...you don’t have to."
All around the Colosseum, these dark hooded individuals were planting the seeds of ideas into gullible minds.
The idea that even someone as unimpressive and untalented as them could achieve that kind of strength with just a little bit of sacrifice was very tempting, to say the least.
"If I join your organization, I can have my own Diva?" asked a naive young man.
The hooded figure nodded. "That’s right. You won’t have to look up in awe at these Maugnetics. You can become one yourself.
Look at the arena. He’s one of us. Just wait a few moments, then you’ll see that our strengths are legitimate."
But a few seconds later, a ’voice’ permeated the Colosseum.
Then, arrows pelted the Ersatz archer, ending the game immediately.