After achieving such a profound success, Damian did not want to stand still.
With the effects of the latest utterance of the letter of the Primordial Tongue, any sense of exhaustion to his consciousness or body rapidly faded away. Even though he had taken an arduous task that should have made him tired and want to pass out, he felt brand new.
Not only brand new, but it felt like his power had grown significantly compared to a few minutes ago.
Because he felt an extension of himself freely in the walls that surrounded the tribe right now.
He looked at them.
The walls had transformed into something that no longer resembled the simple logs that Tribesmen had labored to raise. They now held a glossy crimson sheen littered with blue specks that sparkled and pulsed with inner light. It looked like the radiant night sky filled with stars had descended and wrapped itself around the Purple Stone Tribe in the form of a wall.
A barrier of blood and starlight.
