Silber

Eisen felt a surge of warmth in his chest as the happy memory of a moment of the far past filled his mind. The crystal vein in front of him, which flowed through not only through parts of this mountain but also through the entirety of the 'Statue's body, was a monster's ability. An ability that a certain young swordsman, who traveled to be inspired by nature and numerous living creatures, had learned for himself. It was an ability that Eisen's younger brother had so smugly shown off to him.

"You little rascal... To think you'd hold out for so long," the old man said as a broad smile formed on his face, a smile that soon turned into laughter. Laughter that echoed through the cave, burrowing itself into the ears of everyone around. It was the deafening laughter of a giant.