The Steel Glory's enormous finger was like an iron tower bursting from the surface of the sea, rising far higher than any of the warships in the Glory Market. The resulting column of water shot hundreds of meters into the air, creating a drizzling rain.
It was impossible to know how long the massive metal cylinder had been submerged, but its anti-rust coating had prevented any sign of decay. Only a few shellfish clung to its surface. It was a sight that overflowed with power and ancient mystery.
The moment the crowd saw the giant finger, they were once again dumbfounded. Even Witch Tower was too shocked to speak.
For the people who lived here, the Steel Glory, a Holy Corpse from an ancient war, had not moved an inch in their entire lives.
Everyone had always thought of it as a statue, or even a small island, never imagining it could still move.
But now, right before their very eyes, the Steel Glory had raised a finger!
