"Such a pity."
Not far away, Beakleus's skull sighed softly.
"The great Giant Clan has gathered all remaining powers, yet only one complete Root Origin remains. The once Red War God Beakleus had entered the Fourth Stage of being an Eternal, just half a step away from shedding the title of quasi-god and stepping into the domain of gods."
Rod turned his head to look, that skull had become dim and gray, with an aura of decay and antiquity emanating from its bones, and the Spiritual Light had already extinguished.
"Lord Omir."
Rod asked eagerly, "How are you now?"
The skull smiled and said, "I have exhausted all my power, and the Source Ancestor's skull is the same; it has turned into an ordinary bone... Luckily, my corrupted soul isn't counted in, as that's not actually part of my power. The Black Fog had long corrupted it, and reshaped its power under the guise of its Soul Body, but is restricted by sealing, unable to freely act..."
