Uncontrollable shrieking pierced the mist rolling through the trees. The ground trembled venomously and branches fell swiftly of trees. Osiris, indulged in slumber, was woken up by the treacherous noises. Grabbing his staff he sprinted outside to see a girl pointing with shaking fingers at a colossal hand made purely of stone uprooting a tree. This monstrosity lifted itself out of the ground and Osiris thought to himself ”by the gods the archives are true, stone giants, but this one had a scroll with ancient markings on it”. “Why are you here foul creature of the nether-realm” “To obliterate every last Man, Woman and child, and no one can stop me”
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