"Did I miss something?" Igaris asked, puzzled.
"Yes, Master," came a deep, grounded voice—not from Evernight, but from the Mountain King.
Igaris turned, raising a brow.
The massive Earth Golem now stood in a smaller, humanoid form—roughly four meters tall, yet unmistakably imposing. Its stony form flexed with quiet strength, eyes glowing with earthy wisdom.
"They were some audacious humans who dared disturb your peace," the Mountain King rumbled. "We fought back and captured one of them. Now, please… deliver your divine punishment to this mortal."
Igaris blinked in mild surprise at the Golem's ability to shape-shift. Likely a trait born of advanced Earth Manipulation—fluid form control through terrain mastery. Useful.
But his attention quickly returned to the prisoner.
He stepped forward, his boots brushing the grass.
