Bab 717: Petrichor Station Overseer

"What is that?"

"Is something like that even possible?"

"How are they so powerful?"

"Empires are impossible to comprehend."

The Noikatol Kingdom had gathered at a large, open spot, situated in a location with the least amount of vegetation in the Petrichor Savannah. Their bodies trembled as they stared at an artificial rocky hill being constructed at speeds visible to their naked eye.

Primary Nature—Gracious Inheritance!

Tiny figures walked in and out of the hollow section within the artificial rocky hill, Prana flashing out of their Human Avatar to condense into large, rocky chunks unleashing a suppressive effect.

Nature—Rocky Intimidation!

It was the Primary Nature of the Rockatrice, an Advance Silver Grade Pranic Beast. The Varahan Empire had captured a large number of them and relocated them into its territory, following which they were reared for use.