The northern forests by the city of Lustra were interrupted in one particular glade with the flight of several disturbed birds. A remote glade that is home to a colossal earthen figure whose purpose has been lost to antiquity and stands motionless amongst the low clinging mist of the crisp morning. The source of such disturbance readily makes its presence known with a large tree trunk being carried into the open by a rather innocuous woman in a simple outfit of tunic and pants.
Odessa rested the trunk on the ground next to the figure just for the sake of a quick rest, removing her travel sack from her belt. The monk proceeds to a space between the forest edge and the statue, taking slow, deep breathes. Following a series of stretches, the woman unleashes a mighty punch, clad in thick aura, to the ground. The resulting cloud of debris takes a few moments to clear before revealing a large hole. Whistling as she dusts herself off, the monk returns