Relic Bearer
"Uh-oh. What happened over there?"
"The Pale Power?"
The sudden change left both observers utterly shocked. They had no idea what had happened on that battlefield; all they could sense was a strange, vast expanse of white power before them.
Their gazes, accompanied by their Mental Power, fell upon the white light—and were immediately swallowed whole. Their pupils turned white, and they could no longer see.
That was because the Pallor power had been passed down from the Giant god of history, whose defining trait was that all who saw him lowered their heads and could not look directly at him.
Besides lowering one's head to show reverence for the giant, there was another reason: anyone who looked directly at him would have their gaze melted away and drawn out by his power.
If you watched the giant for too long, you would become part of him.
As a result, they had suddenly lost control over the entire battlefield. Yet on an instinctive level, they could sense that something momentous was happening there.
Space collapsed in swathes. Incomprehensible Mental Power surged everywhere, then it was as if a black hole had appeared, swallowing up all the Mysterious Power—enough to overturn half a city.
This was bad!
It had completely gone Out of Control.
It was like setting out to observe a tiger cub, only to find a full-grown tiger the size of a giant, with wings.
But they wouldn't have minded if that were all. The crucial thing was that the moment they most wanted to witness had arrived, only to be blocked by the giant's power. They could barely sense that something was happening, yet hadn't seen a single detail.
"Was it that monkey from the South Continent?"
One of the observers, a man, was already beside