May you never understand the purpose of this item]
"???."
"Blessing?"
Dragon Cypress had a head full of questions.
Musing and pondering, spiritual power swept back and forth, unable to discern any purpose of the "Black Tower" in front of him.
Controlling the artist to move forward, the forelimbs cradled the "Black Tower," attempting to inject Primordial Energy.
No response.
"..."
Dragon Cypress raised a claw to take it over, repeatedly examining the crudely carved claw technique of the gray-black tower-shaped sculpture, not a trace of Original Energy Patterns.
"Hiss..."
"Doesn't seem like technological artifacts or Original Force Creation?"
"What is it?"
"Can't possibly be a work of art, right?"
"What does it mean?"
Dragon Cypress was puzzled, but combined with the "Phecys Testratus's Time-Space Journey" he read earlier, a vague sense of unease emerged.
It seemed the artist had encountered something very bad...
