"Oh?" Cthulhu looked at Yan Huan with curiosity.
"Then, do you have a complete method to restore it?"
"Yes." Yan Huan shoved his hands into his pockets.
"Let me head back to the train for a bit to grab the other weapon, and then go to the Arboria to collect his shattered soul—"
"Unnecessary." Anaxa waved a hand, saying in a deep voice:
"My time is more than enough."
"As for the mystery of Kephale's divine body, I have already unraveled it."
"Oh?" Yan Huan turned his head, glanced at that towering giant, and then asked Anaxa:
"What did you see? Was this Kephale really not entirely dead after all?"
"Of course not."
Anaxa raised his head, gazing at that colossal body blotting out the sky, and said in a deep voice:
"If I were an ignorant and foolish Earth Beast facing such might, perhaps I would grovel with all four limbs on the ground, praying for the gods to bestow an oracle upon me."
"Unfortunately, I am a human who walks upright on two legs, possessing intelligence and dignity."
Hearing this, Cthulhu could not help smiling.
"Heh..."
"Pardon my frankness, in the face of such disparate power, what difference does it make whether one is a human or an Earth Beast?"
Anaxa shook his head, and under Cthulhu and Yan Huan's gazes, he said solemnly:
"You must have heard the story of the people of Styxia."
"Facing the surging, invading sea, they did not sit back and await death, but instead built dikes that rivaled the raging waves, putting shackles on the frenzied Fagina."
"Cthulhu." Anaxa looked at her earnestly.
"People all say I am a blasphemer, but that does not mean I deny the existence of divinity; it is just that, in my view—"
"Titans are merely power