Her aura, once a mere crimson haze, surged outward.
The very air trembled.
A wave of pure, bestial rage erupted from her body, devouring the battlefield in an ocean of red. The pressure was suffocating, thick with the scent of blood and iron, forcing Serilda and Freya to their knees.
Then—it began to take shape.
The swirling mass of crimson energy grew larger, denser, until it formed a massive, towering figure.
A bear.
But not just any bear.
A beast of carnage.
Its fur was the color of fresh blood, its eyes burning with primal fury. It was not just a beast—it was a force of nature, an unstoppable calamity given form.
Utilia exhaled, her voice filled with raw, untamed bloodlust.
"This… is my Sacred Eidolith."
She raised a hand, her fingers twitching with excitement.
"BLOODCRUSHER, THE INDOMITABLE."
