He needed to understand the giant bone more deeply, to comprehend what exactly it was suppressing.
As his will became increasingly entwined with the giant bone, that vast and indomitable battle intent enveloped him once again.
But this time, he did not see that brutal primordial war.
His consciousness was drawn into an even deeper, more ancient layer of "memory."
It was an infinite starry sky.
But in the starry sky, there were no stars, only numerous... colossal "tombstones."
Each tombstone emitted a terrifying aura that seemed to freeze space and time. Some were rusty, yet still retained the edge capable of severing myriad worlds like a Broken Sword; others were golden pages of paper with text as if elucidating the ultimate truths of the cosmos; and yet others were dried-up hearts, long devoid of life, whose every unconscious contraction caused ripples in the surrounding void.
And the dragon-elephant leg bone was merely one of the more eye-catching tombstones among them.
