"Is that the one responsible for creating the earthen hands?" Krune muttered, frowning. "But, I thought this place was incapable of supporting life. Shouldn't that be the norm?"
He then thought of the Galki. 'They too are alive enough.'
"So, what exactly is happening here?" He wondered, wielding his Pestlor in its usual size, damaging the earthen hands that tried to grab hold of him when all of a sudden, he expanded its length before shattering an earthen hand into dust, noticing a tiny creature being revealed at the bottom.
The creature was just about to head underground when a layer of ice formed around it, caging it. An instant later, the cage of ice flew up, landing on Krune's palms as he constantly dodged the frenzied attacks from the other earthen hands.
