"The elders believe the lodestone in the iron ore happened to form a restraining field, binding the most essential force of his soul inside the eyeball," Robbie said softly, as though afraid of disturbing the ancestor's peace.
That was hard to say for certain. Nature's uncanny craftsmanship was sometimes far more wondrous than people imagined. Besides, lodestones had many ingenious uses in magic.
"An Earthbound Spirit?" Lord was startled.
This world really did have undead. A soul that refused to disperse was no laughing matter. He suddenly felt as though he were on the set of a third-rate tomb-raiding movie, with some ancient corpse about to burst out of its coffin.
An undead's rank was often closely tied to how powerful it had been in life. Anyone could figure out with their toes that if an ancient overlord like a Titan became undead, it would absolutely be a top-tier powerhouse.
"No. A Titan could never become something as filthy as an undead." Sendak grew frantic, and the magic-blind dwarf began discussing magical matters with utter seriousness.
If a proper mage had been present, they would surely have been left speechless by the words of this "folk magic enthusiast."
"It's the most fundamental essence of the soul, representing the Titan's origin."
Robbie paused until Sendak finished, then continued, "Because we don't know exactly how the lodestone works, it might stop functioning if someone lightly tapped the wall with a hammer and knocked away a couple of stones. So don't even think about moving it or digging through the passage. We normally don't even dare touch it."
"You plan to guard this place until you die of old age?" Even Richard, an outsider, felt that such a responsibility was far too difficult and burdensome.
Guarding it until they died of old age