The explosives ripped into the twin pillars, nearly toppling them but the dirt that had begun accumulating thickest near the bottom kept them upright. The growth corrected itself automatically to straighten back out, the timestamp drops back an hour to total growth. This, in all honesty, was all Erde cared about in the city. The single central tower had melted, made from drastically less durable stone and clay it was now an almost perfectly uniform pillar of rock. How far the blast reached was nowhere near enough to catch up to Erde, his incredible sustained speed had moved him outside of the city limits. Almost exactly two miles away from the pillars he was forging

Now, back to Erde sailing across the earth itself. The stone walls he was ripping from the ground encased his body and grew upwards like a hand reaching towards the heavens. In fact, not LIKE a hand, it was an actual earthen hand. In the palm of the hand Erde raised himself to eye level with the gargantuan mechanized warrior. The hand slowly slid across the ground, moving backwards to keep forward pace with the giant. With his right hand he touched his chest, extending a small cone outwards, effectively a megaphone. Erde spoke again, this time directly addressed to the immediate threat of Edmund. "Metal Giant your intention is dubious, you march from the direction of a foulness in this land, and you can be perceived as a follower of this corrupter. You have two options, Metal Giant." A lingering silence followed and it seemed as though Erde was not going to give the option to the man, but he spoke once more. "Leave my influence zone, take your filth with you. Or die."

The cone closed and shrank back into his hand and his arm dropped back to his side, the enormous rock hand that he was standing in shifted slightly to allow Erde some protection should the Metal Giant make the mistake of striking him. Only some, however, it would destroy the stone hand and send him flying. And disconnect from the ground is indescribably dangerous for him. So this was more for a sense of false security, something that he regrets needing, ever since his conversion into a simple stone oval.