On the penultimate day of the "final deadline" set by the Divine, a towering mountain of sandstone appeared among the snowy peaks.
No, if someone dared to get closer and observe closely, they would discover a truth that would leave their limbs trembling.
That is not a mountain peak.
But a silent sandstone giant sitting atop the mountains.
The sandstone formed features that exuded authority without anger, and the surrounding mountains rose and fell with His breath.
He is the God of Sand and Stone.
Silently and calmly, He waits for mortals to provide their answer.
At this point, whether those mortals hand over the beastmen they are searching for, He would not be surprised.
He realizes there is a problem.
The God of Sand and Stone might not be very clever, nor very cautious, but He is not entirely without wit.
After all, having lived so long, even if His mind runs a bit slower, the long years have endowed Him with wisdom surpassing that of mortals.
