Rod furrowed his brows, Frank's words carried a feeling of enormous violation of common sense, the inertia of thought made it almost impossible for him to understand the sentence, but when he turned this corner, his mind suddenly had a sense of vastness.
Indeed, why must the abyss always be an evil place?
Perhaps, before being polluted by the Black Fog, this place was paradise? The distortion of the abyss is the malice of the Black Fog, just as it twisted and veiled those human heroes before.
Rod carefully observed these "abyss monsters," their form was terrifying but not deformed.
He lightly touched these remnants, their strength was still high, proving that these "abyss monsters" were likely powerful primordial beings when they were alive.
Raising his gaze, on the dark earth, such remnants were countless.
How did they become this way?
The question swirled in Rod's mind.
Was it battle? Or some special reason?
"Asa! Have you found the touch of spirituality?"
