The seventh Heavenly Monument grew immensely, standing tall like a great mountain reaching into the clouds. The Old Turtle teetered on top, looking every bit the picture of decline, berating the Otherworldly Stone Man, saying, "Pride yourself on your eyes of stone, able to peer into the origin, yet they are nothing special."
"Roar..." In an invincible state, the Stone Man bellowed, shaking the mountains and rivers of the Curse World.
"What's there to roar about, you're no better than a braying donkey," retorted the Old Turtle, his tongue sharp enough to degrade the Stone Man's roar, likened to the Origin Eight Sounds, to nothing.
"You..." The Stone Man was furious, having harbored great resentment since its birth, the anger burning him to the brink of madness as he raised his fists to strike.
"Bang"
