"Physical attacks and ordinary ammunition are useless! Only melee weapons with evil-breaking properties or rule-based powers can make contact and damage this thing."
The Savant immediately shouted her judgment; she wasn't panicked at all.
She promptly took out a thick ancient book she carried with her, the cover made of old parchment, faintly showing the gilded letters "Gale Empire Chronicles."
The old history book automatically floated up from her hand, hovering in front of her, the pages flipping rapidly creating wind.
The wise woman's eyes became as deep as an abyss, as if connecting with the torrentially flowing river of history; her finger pointed forward once, then fell onto the open page.
"Primordial Era, Advent of Gods!"
