In the distance, Rosian was crouched lightly atop a still-intact stone sculpture.
The horrifying scene of that giant hand slapping down just moments ago replayed endlessly in his mind.
Everything in the vicinity had been suppressed and sealed, making escape impossible.
The Level Six Knight, renowned for his Defense, had been instantly crushed to death.
'If that were me... an Undead Assassin not known for Defense... If I had taken that hit, I'm afraid even my bones would have been ground to dust.'
"Heh heh... What a technique..."
He squinted, surveying the area where the giant hand had dispersed the gray mist.
'Mr. Zorn's power is truly unfathomable!'
As Rosian was marveling to himself, a giant hand of earth, at least a dozen feet wide, rose from where the Knight had been killed. It scooped up his mangled remains and, riding waves of elemental earth, sped toward the Ritual Altar.
'A Level Six Forbidden Knight. His remains and soul are all valuable resources.'
