C'tan Shard.
Mary had never seen this thing before, but she knew how terrifying it was. After all, Duanmu Huai had dealt with C'tan several times in the past, and had never gained any advantage. It could be said that although Duanmu Huai had destroyed the C'tan every time, he had often ended up in a sorry state because of it.
According to Duanmu Huai, some C'tan Shards were powerful, while others were weak.
But Mary felt that the C'tan Shard placed here definitely wasn't one of the weak ones. Otherwise, it wouldn't have been kept here.
"We should do something..."
Mary stared at the Black Stone and coffin before her, but she had no idea what to do with the thing. The Necrons' physical laws had perfectly merged with those of the real world. At least, Mary's Gold Eye couldn't see any unusual anchor points or curves. This made her stop, unsure of what to do.
In the end, Mary decided to... contact Rumiere first.
"Rumiere, how are things on Mr. Duanmu's end?"
"Oh, they're beating each other up."
"Beating each other up?"
"That's right. Mr. Duanmu blew up that Evil God's weapon, and the latter was clearly enraged to the limit because of it. So now they're both clenching their fists and punching each other, one punch for one punch. No dodging, no defense, as if they're seeing who can withstand more attacks and who will be the first to fall."
Rumiere's account was precise and perfectly clear, but it left Mary speechless.
Although this was indeed entirely in keeping with Duanmu Huai's usual style, once he got carried away in a fight, he stopped caring about anything else.
But the black coffin before her was equally unsettling, especially now that its light was flickering faster and faster.