347 BETWEEN THE SUN AND THE MOON

FOR THE first time in Neoma's third life, she felt small.

The Moonglow coming out of the black jaguar was no joke. It seemed to be greater than her Papa Boss's Moonglow.

[And the Moon Priest's divine power is stronger than the former saint, too.]

"Come down, loser," the Moon Priest (in the form of a black jaguar) said to the Sun Priestess arrogantly. "I don't enjoy looking up at a snot-filled crybaby like you."

The Sun Priestess, in the form of a glowing peacock, laughed. "What do I do?" she asked sarcastically while obviously looking down at the Moon Priest. "I enjoy looking down ON a lunatic like you."

"Then I'll just have to make you come down," the black jaguar said, then he roared.

It was the most piercing roar that Neoma had ever heard in her whole life.

And she wasn't the only one who felt that way– even the nature seemed to be affected by the black jaguar's growl.