An Evolving Beast

*Sssssssssss*

An incessant hissing echoed out clearly even while the boulders fell.

The shower of boulders lasted ten seconds, a very short time, but at the end of it, a one mile radius of forest had been devastated beyond belief.

At this time, another group arrived on the scene, this one far larger than the others.

The four squads and the guild master of White Iron had arrived as reinforcements.

Their appearance was shabby, but far less haggard than those closest to the area of the initial boulder shower.

They had met Restea and Fernand along the way, who pointed them in this direction.

Like Rowan, the guild master of the White Iron, Ilyon, immediately noticed the bizarre effects of increased mana regeneration.

But before he could ponder on it, much less give any orders to the guilders to search for the party of nine…

*Boom*

A tremor resounded, this one far less effective than the last with only two pieces of rock falling off.