Xolo's golden figure flickered slightly as he searched through mories older than most beings on this planet. "I have heard of such spirits many tis while I resided in the Divine Realm," he said. "Once a Devouring Spirit begins consuming a world, it does not stop until the entire realm is reduced to nothing. There is no force that can push it back, no barrier that can contain it, and no formation strong enough to restrain it. They exist to consu, and consumption is their nature."
He paused, then continued with a distant tone, as if recalling sothing from a faint story buried deep in ti. "There is, however, a rumor. I do not know if it is true or rely a myth whispered among the older spirits. It is said that a spirit capable of taking on a humanoid form holds authority over all lesser spirits. Such a spirit can command, influence, and even restrain other spirits, including those with destructive instincts. In theory, a humanoid spirit could order a Devouring Spirit to stop feeding and ease its hunger. But it is only a rumor, and in all my ti I have never seen it proven."
Max listened intently, feeling an unfamiliar weight settle in his chest. "A humanoid spirit," he repeated quietly. "So rare that even you doubt their existence."
Xolo nodded. "Humanoid spirits are beyond rare. Their birth is almost impossible. They require perfect conditions, imnse power, and a level of spirit evolution that surpasses all known classifications. Even in the Divine Realm they were spoken of as miracles, appearing perhaps once in a million years. Most believed they were only legends. If such a spirit does not exist here, then this world will inevitably fall to the Devouring Spirit. Nothing born in this realm can stop it."
His voice grew softer, tinged with the sadness of inevitable loss. "Therefore, Max, I do believe that Acaris will be consud in a very short ti unless the impossible occurs. The only beings who have any hope of influencing the Devouring Spirit are those humanoid spirits. And the chances of one existing in this world are almost nonexistent."
Max fell silent, absorbing every word. Xolo's explanation was clear. The threat was real. The clock was ticking.
And the only miracle capable of stopping the Devouring Spirit was sothing the world had not seen in countless ages.
"Forget about it, Max." Blob's voice rose within Max's mind with a clarity that cut through the silence of the chamber. There was no hesitation in his tone, only a blunt honesty born from ancient knowledge. "You already know what I told you long ago about humanoid spirits. The humanoid form is the final and most difficult state a spirit can ever reach. It is my goal in this lifeti, sothing I strive toward every mont, but even for the path is almost impossibly steep. For most spirits, this form remains an unreachable dream."
Blob continued, speaking with a heaviness that Max rarely heard from him. "A spirit can only beco humanoid in two ways. It can either be born directly as a humanoid spirit, which is extraordinarily rare, or it can evolve into one after starting as a lesser spirit. The first thod is already close to impossible and the second is far more difficult than the first. The evolution requires perfect conditions, enormous spiritual resources, and a level of enlightennt that takes ages to achieve. None of these conditions exist naturally in this world. There is not a single humanoid spirit on this planet. That ans there is no one who can command the Devouring Spirit. This world is dood, Max. Forget about saving it."
Max sighed softly as he listened. Blob had never spoken so grimly before, and even though Max wanted to argue, he knew Blob was telling the truth. So forces in the universe were too far beyond the reach of mortals. Accepting this reality was painful, but necessary.
He exhaled slowly and turned to Xolo. "So, can this tower be relocated to another place?" he asked.
"It can," Xolo replied with a nod. "The Tower of Truth is nothing more than a divine instrunt capable of existing wherever its owner wishes. I am rely its spirit. Since you hold ownership over the tower, you can move it anywhere you desire. As long as you will it, the tower will follow."
A wave of relief washed over Max. At the very least, the tower would not be destroyed by the Devouring Spirit. He could preserve it and everything within it. But there was still one question left unanswered.
"Where do you plan on relocating?" Xolo asked, watching him with calm golden eyes.
Max took a mont to think. He knew he would need ti to ascend to the Divine Realm, and once he reached that level, he would have to search for a safe world where the humans stored in the Life Space Rings could eventually settle. The responsibility weighed heavily on him, yet he did not allow hesitation to show. For now, he needed a temporary refuge for the tower, a place untouched by corruption and chaos.
"I have a good place for now," Max said finally.
With that decision made, Max's figure flickered and vanished from the secret chamber, reappearing at the peak of the Tower of Truth. The wind whispered across the ancient stone as he placed his hand on its surface.
Using the full authority granted to him as the tower's master, he willed the structure to move. It responded instantly. The massive tower shimred, its form dissolving into countless threads of light before vanishing entirely from the Lower Domain.
In the next mont, it materialized inside the Dinsion of Spirit.
As the tower reappeared within that ethereal realm, Max's consciousness followed. His awareness drifted into the Dinsion of Spirit, and his figure appeared on the soft glowing ground of that inner world. Waiting for him were Blob and Tian, both standing near the newly arrived Tower of Truth.
Blob floated with a mixture of curiosity and relief, while Tian examined the tower's presence quietly, sensing its imnse power.
"This is the Tower of Truth," Max said as he stepped forward. "For the ti being, it will remain here. This place is stable, and nothing can reach it from outside. The tower will be safe."
Blob and Tian both nodded, fully understanding the importance of the structure and the need to protect it. With the Devouring Spirit closing in on their original world, the Dinsion of Spirit had now beco the sanctuary that held their last untouched foothold.
For now, it would be enough.
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