Inside the divine statue.
Owen gazed at the strange pearl in his hand—a swirling, spiral-shaped object resembling a conch, formed entirely of wind—and released his divine sense to inspect it with interest.
After incinerating the twelve pale-skinned giants with divine fire, Owen had absorbed their residual will. The remaining power, however, had converged and crystallized into this bizarre aberrant object.
Within it, the chaotic power of the twelve giants' hurricanes could still be clearly felt. It was as though one had entered a world ruled by storms, with the roar of gales constantly in the ears and the body assaulted from all sides by their fierce might.
"Burning them with divine flame to purge the dregs and refine the essence... It cost me 4,100 divine points, but the result was worth it—I've distilled the very core of their strength."
