Said to follow any dream
Be a puppet on a string
Be a puppet on a string
After speaking with the Voice, Amun had gathered up as much iron as he reasonably could transport. Wanting relative privacy for his task, he'd managed to transport it out into the Woodland. Dumping it onto the ground with a groan, he dragged it the short distance to a nearby rock.
Zhanshi pushed from the back, but the landshark wasn't actually contributing much force. However, the potter managed to get the blocks of metal into a position where he could perch on the stone while laying his hands on the iron. Settling down, he rested his palms on the cool surface and activated his upgrade.
Links began to curl out to the left and right of him. However, a flash of movement and color caught his eye. Glancing up, he frowned. "Who's there?"
Zhanshi pushed from the back, but the landshark wasn't actually contributing much force. However, the potter managed to get the blocks of metal into a position where he could perch on the stone while laying his hands on the iron. Settling down, he rested his palms on the cool surface and activated his upgrade.
Links began to curl out to the left and right of him. However, a flash of movement and color caught his eye. Glancing up, he frowned. "Who's there?"
Works for you but that isn't me
Amun
