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The silver-red Spirit God Giant, simply by standing there, emanated a presence that made those who drew near feel as if they were being stared at by a deathly Origin Beast of the abyss.
Not to mention the golden greatsword it held in its hand.
The golden light on it was exceedingly warm yet piercingly sharp.
"It's been repaired? Impossible, how did they manage that?"
The avatar of the Black Moon god, formed of mycelium and flesh, sensed trouble and immediately retreated.
If the Spirit God Fortress was the pinnacle masterpiece of that bygone era, then the Spirit God Holy Sword was the divine weapon forged from the crystallization of an entire era's worth of effort by elves and humans.
When the two combined.
Even the incarnations of gods could not withstand its might.
Don't ask how It knew.
