Every carriage bottom was hanging two Annihilation Spheres, those that could shatter the souls of the Undead.
"Is this the Magician's Ladder? What part of it looks like a ladder?" Negris exclaimed.
"How does it not, when we know of at least six such objects? If they were to descend into one place, stacked one on top of another, they'd be four or five kilometers high. What if there were a hundred of them? Wouldn't they reach up to the sky?" Durken said.
His tone was strange, a mix of excitement, irritation, and impatience—typical for an Alchemist faced with such a colossal creation. Wouldn't this be exactly what would thrill him the most?
The irritation was because others had already managed to create artifacts of such magnitude; the impatience stemmed from his eagerness to explore its secrets.
