A titanic arm woven out of darkness and obsidian rose from the formless shadow, spanning almost two kilometers in length. Then, it fell slowly, the vast palm striking the slope of the mountain with calamitous power.
Strands of black silk flew in the hurricane wind, and a whirlwind of snow escaped from beneath them into the frigid air.
The mountain groaned as the shade of Condemnation pressed down upon it, and a gargantuan head followed the titanic arm.
The shadow of the dead Tyrant slowly pulled itself out of the shadow and straightened, towering above the world. Its size was truly unimaginable — the tenebrous figure of Condemnation was as tall as most mountains on Earth, and even here in the artificial world of Ariel's Game, it seemed improbably immense.
