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Final Core - Additional content
🕑 Added 2023-04-11 08:16:20 +0000 UTC(I forgot one in my post a moment ago. Also from the final chapter)
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The ground shakes, rumbling with a heavy, slow procession of thunder.
The forest itself, too, moves, the many boughs of the trees losing their proud crowns of snow as the quake heads their way with increasing intensity. The droll, heavy shaking is interrupted by a sharp, loud voice – laughter and excited screams.
– A heavy, ornate stone golem breaks through the clearing, roaring with its arms outstretched as it runs. On its shoulder clings a woman in a robe, a priestess, laughing and doing her best to hold on as the monster she’s sitting atop speeds through the forest on its hunt.
With confused, excited eyes, it comes to a stop in the middle of a grove and stares up toward the sky, toward the snow that is falling from above. It stares at it with childlike wonder, lost in the sight of the crystal flakes falling in the rays of the first sun in many, many weeks.
The priestess and the golem, having escaped from floor six of the tower of Isaiah, live life now in the wilds together, having found a comfortable little cave that once belonged to a bear but that now belongs to them after a little rearranging of the natural order.
The giant looks at her and then lifts its arm. She nods to it, wrapping her arms and legs around its shoulder as she shimmies up the extended arm and onto the large, open palm. Balancing herself, she stands upright and holds her hands above her head, letting a few flakes of snow fall onto them.
Excited, she quickly kneels down, holding her prize out to her friend for the two of them to look at, watching as they slowly melt in her warm palms.
– Something chitters in the distance.
The priestess and the golem turn their heads, looking at a very bothered squirrel, which is staring out of its tree.
Screams and laughter fill the air anew as the priestess clings on for dear life as her friend rumbles off at lightning speed to examine the squirrel, which is now more than just very bothered as the several ton heavy giant lumbers toward its shaking tree.
