"What the…"
An old man stood with urgency from his seat, his mechanical gleamed with a mystical glow. His vision zoomed in, he wasn't looking at the group of golems fighting to survive nor, the goreborne giants that had towering physiques over hundreds of meters raiding a beastmen settlement. He was looking at something far more sinister on the horizon.
Putting more power in his eyes he zoomed past silhouettes of the towering mountain peaks, past the snow and ice of the north.
A walking calamity walked. A literal mountain was as its body. Ores, crystal, lava and gravel formed the atrocity. Its face started morphing in the shape of a man, a clear provocation. Hollow eye sockets started sprouting crystals of obsidian and crimson. Its function was to sense over hundreds of stimuli from sound to sight to thermal vision.
