From the boiling center of the liquid silver lake, the titan of the underworld rose into the cold green eerie glow of the Nine Springs round hall.
It wasn’t a beast of living sinew, nor was it a ghostly phantom summoned by necromancers. It was a self-running Precursor giant statue of giant stone scale. The Nine-Headed Netherworld Reaper, chosen DAEMON_REAPER_GC. Standing over two hundred paces tall, its skeletal torso was forged from ribbed plates of stone-hard star-fallen black iron. It was wrapped in thick crystal-clear armor of hardened bone-ash that had gathered over thirty thousand years of unceasing cosmic operation.
From its massive, curved shoulders rose nine snake-like necks of said clearlydark rock segments, each terminating in a huge dragon skull thirty paces long.
Cold emerald flames raged within their deep, hollow eye sockets. Their serrated iron jaws, lined with thousands of tiny diamond teeth designed to strip and fragment spiritual memory lattices, opened. Then they closed with the ear-splitting, rhythmic clatter of falling portcullises. The titan rose to its full height. Then, thousands of tons of liquid silver cascaded from its iron ribs, crashing back into the lake with the sound of a roaring mountain deluge.
Lin Tao stood beside Tie Shan at the edge of the central platform. His test left eye tracked the giant statue frame by frame.
