Sunny spent some time studying the severed halves of the Black Turtle, a grim expression slowly finding its way onto his face.
'I don't like it.'
There was nothing strange in the fact that someone — or something — had killed a Great Monster. The Black Turtle had perished in the Nightmare as well, after all. Even if it was colossal and heavily armored, more so than most abominations of that Rank, Sunny would not have been surprised even by the fact that something had ripped the giant creature apart.
The problem, however, was that the Black Turtle had not been ripped apart — it had been cut in two. The cut was so clean and even that it almost seemed flawless. The impregnable obsidian shell had been cut like paper, and even the heavy plates of silver armor adorning it failed to stall the severing blade.
'What kind of being could have cleaved the Black Turtle in two?
Even Daeron had not been able to break its obsidian shell.
Sunny frowned.
