1884. Cube

Alexander could understand what was happening, but he was struggling to accept it. Injuries filled his insides, and blood rained out of his face. He couldn't see, hear, smell, or taste, but his consciousness took the place of his occluded senses and allowed him to keep track of the menacing giant cube focusing inspecting his every move.

"It feels hopeless, doesn't it?" Dwight heaved a helpless sigh. "This is the true power of the rulers. This is what they can do after taking away your place in the world. Honestly, I don't understand how any of you still hopes to defeat them."

Dwight didn't need to do much in that situation. He didn't attack nor move. His focus was on providing energy to the cube, but his mental waves didn't affect its functioning. The item moved on its own, and it was doing an exceptional job even without the cultivator's help.