As the hilt, which still had a bit of sharp obsidian in it, stabbed the guardian's eye, it let out a grizzly screech and stumbled backward. It was clearly distressed from the attack. Finally, it showed some reaction to anything that had been thrown on it thus far.
"Haha! I knew it! The stone is not the real you, but this is!" Lyrian laughed with a large grin on his face.
"What? You're telling me that the essence is the real guardian?" Han yelled as he stopped running and turned around. The others also did the same.
On saying this, the essence suddenly swam out of the eyesocket of the guardian and went into the arms instead.
"You won't escape me!" Lyrian said as he saw this, jumping over to the arms before stabbing the essence and gluing the rocks that formed the arm together.
