Boom!
A Stitched Human reaching a height of 50 metres cranked its fist and unleashed a deafening punch on the ship's hull.
It had humanoid structure to it, but its entire body seemed to have been a series of Pranic Beasts stitched together to assume this overall shape. Scarily enough, all the Pranic Beasts forming this humanoid were alive, and maintaining their sentience.
Primary Nature!
Primary Nature!
Primary Nature!
Every single Pranic Beast activated its Primary Nature to bombard the Cooter Clansmen. And whenever they did so, the influence stemming from their Natures spiked, which granted momentary semblance of clarity, allowing the Pranic Beasts to grasp their situation. Then…
GROOOOOAAAHHH!!!
In pain, they screamed, for their bodies had been treated like clay and had been moulted into grotesque forms, significantly straining their organs to the extent their Prana was basically working overtime to barely keep things functional.
