Chapter 133 - Golem Crafting. (1)

The black waters finished swallowing the remains of the colossus slowly, with a parsimony that was almost hypnotic. Not a single visible fragment remained on the surface, nor a single splinter of stone or crystal to betray the magnitude of the battle that had just concluded. The Primeval Ocean stretched across the destroyed floor of the mine like a silent, dense sea—a blot of absolute ink that devoured light and reflected, in a distorted fashion, the glimmers of the crystals still embedded in the collapsed walls. At irregular intervals, small ripples traveled across the oily surface, revealing deformed silhouettes stirring beneath the dark liquid before being completely assimilated: fragments of precious minerals, remnants of spiritual energy refusing to go out, and the imposing petrified bone structures of the giant that was once the sovereign of this abyss.