The Great Adventurer had roamed the mortal world for centuries. Countless miracles and magnificent sights had passed before his eyes like drifting clouds. He had witnessed raging fires burning deep within the earth's crust, meteor showers falling upon the plains, and the chaos and void beyond the borders of the real world. He had also laughed and talked freely with mighty rulers in the elemental realms—and throughout that long, tumultuous, and magnificent life, he had four phrases that he often kept on his lips, phrases that later became widely known.
Those four phrases were—This thing is glowing! This thing is smoking! What the hell is this thing? What the fuck is this thing now?!
The moment Maggie heard the old man's cry, she broke out in a cold sweat. She even felt as if the scales on her back were about to emerge. She rushed to Modir's side in two strides, only to see layers of light indeed appearing across the surfaces of the hundreds of hexagonal stone pillars that formed the enormous stone pile. It was like countless fireflies suddenly appearing in the night, or pulsing currents flowing within the stones themselves. Specks of light streamed across the pillars' surfaces, and beneath the dim twilight, the entire stone pile was instantly covered in a dreamlike glow.
"Don't panic, don't panic. This doesn't seem dangerous," Modir said hurriedly, waving a hand when he heard weapons clattering behind him. As he rapidly cast shields over himself and his companions, he continued, "I can sense its Energy Flow... no offensive spells or traps have been activated. This is merely the process of it awakening from dormancy..."
"Are you sure?" Maggie asked quietly, gripping two longswords tightly as she remained on guard. Fine Dragon Scales had appeared around her cheeks and wrists, while