The sound had come, but no figures were visible. Everyone, including Orion, scanned their surroundings.
"What's that noise?"
"Why can't we see anyone?"
As the group murmured in confusion, Prophet Onyx spoke in a low, steady voice.
"The sound is coming from underground. It's our neighbors from the western desert."
Prophet Onyx's tone was polite, his words carefully chosen.
Orion looked down and noticed the subtle, undulating movement of the ground in the distance.
"Ah, so it's you, Onyx of the Obsidian Golem tribe. I could feel the thick earth element gathering from afar," a voice called out.
"I thought you had died of old age, but it seems you've broken through!"
Thud, thud, thud...
