A mountain formed from countless mechanical parts rose upon the land.
At the summit, a being with a body forged of machinery and a head of flesh sat at the peak.
The face appeared to be that of a man in his early forties.
His aura was majestic, imposing, and solemn, like the king of an Empire commanding countless armies.
His eyes were tightly closed, as if he had been slumbering for millennia.
An elusive sound emanated from him.
Lear saw this and released his spiritual power, his divine format spinning, as an inviolable divine force surged forth.
Under intense stimulation, the flesh head atop the mechanical body slowly opened its eyes.
At that moment, it was as if the sun had risen and the stars were in motion.
An indescribable ancient aura emerged in his heart.
"I can't believe I can wake up..."
Ancient and obscure words echoed in his mind.
Although unintelligible, the meaning was understood.
It was a higher language.
