120 Northern Mountains

The ground trembled, the trees rattled. Birds flew out of their nests, chirping loudly, alarmed by the creature's presence. The sound of trees cracking joins the chaos before falling to the ground. 

The creature that sent my soul flying off its shell, my blood frozen, and my will to run disappearing, growls together with the howl of the wind. 

Whimpering, my mind screams at me to dash out of this place before the creature can get any closer than it already is, but my body won't cooperate. I'm stunned and stuck, gazing at something extraordinary. 

It must be at least 15 meters tall. Unlike the creature that I saw with Ducan that night, this creature is like a walking mountain. It takes the shape of a human. Grass, branches of trees, bushes, and even flowers bloomed on every part of its body. Its head is hard as a mountain rock, with only its eyes glowing green.