Why are these crystals arranged as if to rebuild a beautiful scene from our world?
As if someone took their time, placing them together: the brown for the earth, the green on top of it, and the colorful crystals naturally used for the flowers.
And what about the milky white ones?
They had to go to these figures, to this one figure that stands in front of me.
Conjuring up the hammer from the Commander-World, I attacked it.
The figure's hand grew in the blink of an eye, as if the crystals from its arm fell out, forming a hammer-like hand, as if it contained an unlimited number of crystals, extending its body to whatever variations possible.
I swung the hammer, and the moment before it struck its head, I ducked from the incoming hammer-hand as it mirrored my attack.
Yet when I ducked, what could it do when it constantly mirrored me?
No matter how fast I moved, it did the same, rendering every attack meaningless.
