The earth shook, trembling ever so subtly, so weakly that none could suspect the sort of force occurring below their feet, tons upon tons of stone and earth being forcefully moved to the side, compressed by the will of another party, made to part ways and allow the creation of a stable, wide tunnel that could allow even the passage of men that would be called giants amongst their kind.
The natural ground formations could not resist, effortlessly controlled, until the mage injecting his ancient mana into the area around him was met with the sight he had been expecting, iron, lustrous metal that seemed to reflect all light that reached it, somehow having reflections even if total darkness.
Walking up the magnificent iron, the earthen mage put the rocky staff he held in his left arm, rising the right and calmly knocking thrice against the peculiar surface, speaking out words in a language no living being could comprehend.
