1119 1119. Giant

The metal radiated meanings when it took those shapes. Noah recognized sharpness when he saw blade-like structures, brute strength in massive boulders, and calm in a tall pillar that had risen from the ground.

He didn't recognize some meanings, and the most complicated shapes even had more than one of them. Still, they all felt incomplete.

Moreover, all the shapes shared a faint hunger. That was the representation of what King Elbas had said before. Those were raw laws with the purpose of finding a meaning.

"Will they attack?" Chasing Demon asked as he blinked his heavy eyes. A thin rocky layer covered his eyelids to protect them, but the continuous use of that ability made them tired.

"Only once they feel your individualities," King Elbas answered. "We can't avoid them. I've tried and failed already."

The battle was mandatory, but the experts quickly overcame their hesitation. That was better than spending more years swimming aimlessly through the magma.