The magic puppet's positioning was actually quite clever.
It hadn't stepped too deep into the Cold Pool entrance zone—it remained in the "outer edge" area.
So wasn't it completely reasonable that it hadn't been heavily affected by the attack?
With that realization, Ke'Oth hunkered down and diligently carried out his "craft."
Only after the Cold Pool's entrance had been blasted beyond recognition did he finally ease up.
By then, the Cold Pool's entrance area no longer resembled anything close to its original state.
The craters were scattered here and there, with rocks of all sizes strewn across the surroundings.
Fortunately, there hadn't been any plants in the area—just barren soil.
Then again, calling it barren land now no longer seemed accurate, since this small patch had been reduced to something resembling a beehive.
Ke'Oth fell silent as he stared at the scene he had created. Had he… maybe… overdone it?
Hmm… it kind of looked that way.
