Asa's laughter stopped abruptly as if a drake's neck had been squeezed.
"What?"
His soul clung tightly to the base of the Obelisk, flattening his face against it. Unlike the Book of Knowledge, he was an outsider, a prisoner who could only see through the Dream Realm to witness Rod's vision.
"How is this possible? The statue of the ancient Heroic Spirit was destroyed with a single blow..."
Asa's face resembled a thin pancake, his eyeballs bulging like eggs on top.
"The legend says this is the Hall built by the gods to commemorate the Heroic Spirits for humanity. Its guardian statues, infused with Divine Power, were formidable creations such that even falling into the Abyss for unknown reasons, they remained invincible."
"Could the power of the Abyss have corroded the statue?"
