(Stretching lazily)
[Its tail was as straight as a fir tree, its muscles as solid as stone, its bones as hard as bronze and iron.]
[Every movement it made was accompanied by the collapse of thousands of mountains.]
"Fertile Earth, Solid Rock, rise—"
Mudrock pressed her hand against the ground.
Soil and stone obeyed Mudrock's will, drawn forth from the earth, molded and piled together into a massive humanoid stone statue.
Yes, it was a stone statue. It was hard to imagine that only moments ago, it had been nothing more than the dirt and mountain rocks found everywhere in the Winterspirit Mountains.
The statue looked strange, yet possessed a peculiar beauty. Its stone arms seemed naturally marked with the texture of muscle, as though they had been sculpted.
"Let's go, friend."
With the statue in tow, Mudrock and the Sarkaz warriors entered Wolumonde.
Then they froze as well.
At some point, the riot had already ended. The people from Rhodes Island stood in the open square, while a huge number of people lay scattered around them.
"Looks like we came too late. No one here needs to prove their convictions anymore. They've all gone down." The Sarkaz warrior looked at the infected lying around them. With their sharp eyes, they could naturally tell that these people were not dead, merely unconscious.
Mudrock could not imagine what kind of Originium Arts could bring down so many people in an instant.
"Are you Mudrock?" Bai Ye looked up at the tall figure in the distance. "I didn't expect you to bring your subordinates here in the end."
Bai Ye sighed as he spoke.
"I thought you wouldn't come, but it seems I was wrong—are you here to absorb the infected, or to plunder the granaries?"
Bai Ye raised his head and