"Let me talk then," another Bulltor stepped forward, placing a steadying hand on Lanmar's trembling shoulder.
"My apologies. Whenever Lanmar gets nervous and scared, he speaks as if there is no end to the stream of words coming from his mouth. But I can tell you the specifics of what we face."
"Then do it," John said, trying to recall this particular giant's name and failing. He waved his hand, urging the warrior to continue.
"The first and unmistakable sign of their coming is the rise of those black clouds you see gathering on the horizon," Reody explained, his voice deep and resonant, a stark contrast to Lanmar's frantic tone.
"Then comes the series of fierce ground tremors. The number of those quakes is crucial; they aren't just random tremors. They determine exactly how many waves the Wrathers' den will produce as a total before the den finally crumbles and vanishes from this place."
