Something Fishy II

One Human and Three Grimm Monster discussed things for nearly an hour, and they did in a most relaxed fashion that they were sure that nobody would come there.

While they looked completely relax, they had not let their guard down even a bit. I could see how their eyes move around now and then. Tyrant's eyes are sharp; if it had been somebody else hiding behind the leaves of thick trees other than Ashlyn, they would have been discovered by now.

As they finished their conversation, The Tyrant Grimm Monster from the Rawstone Crockmen tribe gripped its hand before releasing them. As it did, the earth begins to separate into a deep bowl-shaped hole.

Such simple earth manipulation would have been easy as breathing outside, but here such actions are visibly sweating. One could tell how much strain Rawstone Crockman doing such an easy task.