The Stoneheart Flesh in his hand was like a soft and warm cotton.
Garen held it and smelled a faint scent that seemed to be coming from his arm, not from the air but really from his arm.
This feeling was very strange. As if the palm of his hand had become a nose, he even felt as though there was something soft lightly touching the tip of his nose.
He walked to the center of the basement and set aside the Stoneheart Flesh. He then picked up the shovel in the basement and began to dig into the ground.
This was the interior of the stone house, so the excavated ground was also part of the entire stone.
Garen dug a small pit and stopped. He then picked up the Stoneheart Flesh beside him and put it in as if sowing a seed. After placing the Stoneheart Flesh, he took out a black spray that had a few small black fruits on it and gently crushed the small fruits.