The Ivory Tower… Tower of Hope… had been built by the Demon of Desire, and became her prison later. Of course, a prison capable of containing a daemon could not have been fragile — the great pagoda and the island it stood upon had weathered Hope's thousand years of imprisonment, the Doom War, and countless years of desolation that followed.
So, even Anvil of Valor was not powerful enough to destroy it.
And he didn't.
Instead, he cut the very concept that held the Ivory Island in the air, temporarily throwing the sorcery that allowed it to fly into disarray.
The island plummeted down, its massive shape tilting as the seven torn chains rattled loudly. The placid lake resting on its surface spilled over the edge, forming a vast waterfall. The bones of the dragon that lay curled around the great pagoda moved, tearing the ground.
Far away, the soldiers were terrified by the sight of the symbol of their hope falling from the sky.
Sunny's eyes widened.
'Crap!'
