Hovering in the sky above—massive, monstrous, utterly unnatural—was a black statue.
No, not just a statue.
An abomination of stone and shadow. It had no face. Its shaped humanoid. Its presence alone warped the very space around it.
It was so vast it pierced through the sky, shattering the very stars above the Mourning Depths like glass.
Max's heart thudded once—hard—then again, louder.
"What… is that…?" he whispered, frozen in place.
"That," a familiar voice echoed in Max's ears, calm yet tinged with awe, "is a Manifestation."
Max turned his head slightly as Blob emerged from the Dimension of Spirit, floating beside him with an unusually serious expression.
"Manifestation?" Max repeated, brows furrowing. "What is that supposed to mean?"
Blob's button-like eyes gleamed strangely in the dim light of the Mourning Depths. He stared at Max for a moment, almost as if he were trying to decide whether to explain something sacred or dangerous—or both.
