"Although it doesn't really seem to belong to our small world, still, someone must have built this sword after all…"
"Sometimes even I wonder just how powerful you would need to be to create weapons that can even resurrect the dead…"
"You would need unbelievable level of power to achieve such things… If you could bring even the dead back to life, wouldn't you already be considered a 'God' at that point?"
Zion stared at the horizon in the distance as a complex look appeared on his face.
'If I had that much power, I would easily be able to save this entire planet… or might even be able to deal with the 'Sea of Endless Miasma'…'
While thinking about all this, again a new question appears in Zion's mind.
'The 'Golden King' was obviously at that higher level of 'existence'; he was definitely beyond the level of us mortals…'
'Yet he only left behind a 'seal'… Why didn't he just destroy the sea of miasma? Why not deal with the root cause instead of wasting energy like this?'
