[Realm: Álfheimr]
[Location: Quadling Country]
"This is quite the mediocre action," Grimm said quietly. The words left him without urgency or anger. They were spoken almost idly, as though he were commenting on an unimpressive sight rather than the situation unfolding above him.
His helmet tilted upward slightly, and a large shadow had fallen across his tall frame. The source of it stood only a short distance away now.
It was enormous, a towering rocky figure that stood at least twelve meters tall, its body formed from thick slabs of rough stone that had been forced together through magic rather than any kind of craftsmanship. Its shoulders were broad and uneven, its limbs thick as pillars. Where a face might have been, there was only a blunt boulder-like mass with shallow grooves suggesting eyes and a mouth but offering no true expression.
Each step the creature took pressed deep into the rocky ground, the weight of it caused the earth to shudder beneath Grimm's sabatons.
