Carl sighed, face palming, "Okay, so he's just a stupid monkey, no matter WHAT he knows. He... He can be duped just like we can." He began to pace, trying to find a way to lure him out. "All we need is something he wants... Something he can't get on his own that will force him to come into contact with us... If we can lure him out, we can trap him and make him talk, then teach us how to use these powers before we kill ourselves."

Steve: Uh... Too late.

Some of the people, drunk off of their own power, were haphazardly destroying themselves and what remained of their city. Some had already accidentally killed themselves or their power had grown too much for them to control, resulting in them going crazy and doing something reckless, mindless or foolish from the overdose. It was almost like a drug that, with over stimulation, would cause them to drop off like flies.

Carl: ... FUCK. I bet he knew this would happen. FUCKING MONKEY.

Steve: Sooooo... What are we gonna do, Sherlock?

Carl: Well first, we're gonna have to get these idiots under control...

Steve and Carl looked over to the group, watching someone summon a sword and accidentally slaughter himself, trying to impale some guy that looked at him the wrong way. They both sighed.

Steve: ... Orrrrrrr...?

Carl: ... You right. Where's that fucking banana...?

Meanwhile, Sam...

Sam: Everybody, can we PLEASE stop fighting? I know the powers are cool and now you all wanna flex, but clearly... *points to the senseless destruction* It's... It's not getting us anywhere. In fact, we're no better than that giant monster that was destroying us before.

The crowd, moved by Sam's words, suddenly started to hear him out, some of them putting away their powers and turning an ear to him... Others, that were out of earshot, continued to whoop each others' asses and destroy whatever remained of their already crumbling town. Carl and Steve turned around, shocked, but impressed. "Good job, Sam..." they said with a slow clap. "Well, that's under control... *random head flies* ... For the most part."

Carl: ... Now, for the fucking know-it-all bastard keeping all the really GOOD shit from us...

Whilst Tsubake was busy trying to figure out how to work the Grand Golem, he could hear the frustration of the rogues below trying to figure themselves out as well as many other things. He peeked from the corner and sighed, feeling a bit sorry for them. "... Maybe I should help them out with like, a hint or something..." He saw one of the heads fly off in a 'comical mischief' sort of manner, the most intelligent ones of the group getting pissed off with having to deal with the stupid ones. "BAAHAHAHAHAHAA!!!" He couldn't help but laugh, it was just hilarious. "ONLY WHEN THIS STOPS BEING FUNNY, AHAHAHA!!!" It... It had to stop being funny sooner or later...

...

...

Right?

Eventually, with all of the commotion going on, as well as exposure to the one with the gift of the Earth God upon his back, the Grand Golem's shiftlessness came back into motion with a wave of its hand. It slammed its palm into the ground where the fist of the Michiogre had made impact, causing the ground to rise up to a normal surface level and a field of flowers to sprout up from the new, fertile ground that was now as soft as clay. When his hand was lifted from the ground, there would be the field of life where there was once none, and the spirits of those who were lost would be transferred into the soil as seeds for the new life as plants. It would then become motionless again.

As Carl contemplated how exactly to get Tsubake down and make him talk about how to use their powers, and the rest of the crowd either listened to Sam and stopped fighting or rioted against each other, they all stopped once they saw the hand of the giant rise up, their mouths falling agape with awe.

Carl: ... Oh my god...

Steve: He.. He figured out how to wake the giant up...

Carl: ... And now he's going to KILL US ALL!!!

The ignorant masses screamed, fleeing the place where they saw the hand coming down, thinking they were going to be destroyed again by some sort of devastating blow that would wipe out another quarter of their city. However, to their amazement, it gently touched the ground and pulled the desolate land back up to the surface, rich and fertile and filled now with flowers. A great deal of them were shocked and confused, but the heads of the project were more amazed than ever.

Steve: How did he get it to do THAT?!

Carl: ... Dammit... He must know more than we expected...

Steve: Well shit, if he can do THAT, then isn't that a good thing?

Carl: You right.

Sam: Heeeeey! Hey guuuuy!! How did you get it to do all of that?!

Fred: Tell us!!!

Steve: HELP US, DAMMIT!!!

In the midst of his hearty monkey laughter, the entire golem he sat upon began to tremble, suddenly lifting its hand to bring life to that which had been lain waste to only a short time ago. Nearly falling off of its back, he latched on for dear life with all his strength. "Ohshi--!!!!" He didn't let go until the golem stopped moving and he could get himself situated again. Immediately, Tsubake rushed to the top of its head to see just what it had done, only to find that it had made that ugly, mangled land into something beautiful to look at, for reasons he did not quite understad. "Hooooooly--" He heard the words of the crowd below, mainly the ones that were the most intelligent, and started to panic only slightly.

"I-I-I dunno!! I seriously have no idea how nor why it started moving this time!!!" They probably wouldn't believe him since he had been fucking around with them before, but there was a difference in tone and urgency in his voice that hopefully they would be able to pick up; the sheer sound of cluelessness, which gave away anyone's true knowledge or lack thereof in any situation. "It just started to move for no reason at all, I swear!!!" Even he was stupefied... But he definitely wanted to make it do something else.

The Grand Golem looked on at all of the crawling ants below, wondering what they were scurrying on about. He was not meant to act until necessary, and to otherwise allow the civilization to be as it was and to grow naturally. The presence of the great being was enough. They seemed confused and needed to work out some issues with themselves, so he, being the most intelligent living organic organism of his kind, would have to take it upon himself to help them when it was time for such to occur. Until then, he would, after rather easily locating Tsubake on his back, extend his hand behind his head and point to him, bringing a great deal of clay overlapping into a point in order to grab the tiny creature very precisely. It was similar to how a machine looked and functioned, only made out of living, growing material instead of parts that are built in.

After securing the monkey boy tightly in his index finger's grip, he would place him down with the others and beginning to speak to them. "I move of my own will and way, just as you. I am not certain why you believed I was any different from you." His eyes were blank and fresh, as if he were a clean slate, yet already programmed instructions (as was how all Golems functioned, including the Humans) gave him an automatic basic 'Code of Conduct' for himself, as per order of the being of whose genetic signature it belonged to, which harbored the samr basic information as a standard for all of its further creations. "If you would like something, you may certainly do so. I do enjoy conversations as well, however I will not engage in them with you if you do not seem to harbor any interest in having one. This is why I have been motionless for so very long." His purpose was not to act unless engaged or something that went outside of the humans' control involved his assistance. Though, that didn't mean that he wasn't always able to be talked to. They just didn't.

"Have fun," he said, turning around and returning to his place on the Crystal Tree, where his body would rest nestled perfectly into the crystalline roots as if he were the missing piece of the tree roots. His body would be cradled, like an egg, yet shaped itself around him like a seed, merging all of his organic features with those of the tree, including his Brain. At that point, the entire being would become one with the Crystal Tree again, as all layers of earth and children of the Crystal Tree did. It, being one of many, needed to return to its 'Mother Brain,' where all of the Life of the Veritas was connected. At that moment, the spawn of the Grand Golem would return to the greater Grand Golem, Tabrith.

"If You Have Any Questions From Here On Out, Ask Your Designated Titan; Omegigas." It didn't sound as if the Tree were just speaking to them anymore, but a great deal of people all at once, perhaps indicating that there was a great deal more to this than what they'd just witnessed in the underground going on they just could not see. "Thank You."

Dazzled and confused to have seen something like this going on, having no idea that the thing was actually an intelligent being, and perhaps more intelligent than it, they looked on in awe as it spoke to them as if it wanted to talk to them on a normal civilized level and not some sort of condescending and impending manner that would probably threaten their very existence if it decided to just start doing what it wanted. They were even more shocked to find that, when it went back into the wall, it looked like it became a seed in the wall, as if it were only a baby.

All in the crowd, including the ones currently at war with each other, were stunned and fell completely silent. Immediately, the heads looked to the monkey boy, some of them upset, others concerned, and even ones that were excited, but all of them very much astonished by what happened, and it seemed like this guy was the one that knew the most.

Soon after, a greater crowd would start to congregate around the point of focus where all the events had just taken place, and they could do nothing but look on in a bit of confusion and lostness. Only those who knew what to do at that point would do something. Some people would go home. Some would have ideas to start rebuilding the city. Some even took advantage of the new land cleared out for them in order to start all over with a new, fresh land that hadn't been already destroyed by the influence of their city in the past. The Villagers of Depthsroot would all, after the traumatic event, be very much aware of things now. However, the true heads of the group stayed to question the monkey.

Carl: Alright, start talking, Monkey.

Carl, Steve and Sam all surrounded him, as if they were about to rough him up a bit. Fred went home because he was being a Fred.

Steve: Yeeaaah. The FUCK was that?!

"Uh." Being taken from the back of the giant golem and placed on the ground with everyone else kinda put him in a pretty bad position, especially when surrounded by what seemed to be the leaders, or at least the brightest of the group that figured out to inquire further on the situation in order to understand it and the scenario they were all now suddenly in much better. "... Ossu~." He grinned goofily, trying to contain his laughter, then stood up, dusting himself off, suddenly and immediately becoming pretty serious. "Sooooo. A lot of things... You MIGHT wanna um..." He pointed off to that field of flowers that had just grown, smelling as fresh and new as the dew that covered them, "... Have a seat~." After thoroughly having fucked around for officially as long as it was supposed to be, and having nothing left to do, since he was caught, he would gladly go explain to them what was happening since it was basically nothing else to do right now and they seemed willing to ACTUALLY LISTEN.

"... Follow me." He would start walking toward the open field, sighing, swiping something else that was left behind from all the commotion. "We uh. Got a lotta work to do." He already knew what to do from here, for some reason, and it only came from knowing what and why everything was that happened. "That land was supposed to be cleared out so we could redo it properly. We evacuate large parts of the city in the new parts and have them start building whilst clearing out the old parts, then leave the completely barren parts to be destroyed and regrown. Then we can totally just keep building and having more space from there." For some reason, he just seemed to understand what was naturally supposed to be done... Something about the spirits of nature or whatever made from the souls of the slain being in tune with him, or something like that.

The leaders stood there pretty dumbfounded, wondering how this goddamn goofy monkey boy suddenly got all serious and smart on them, completely out of nowhere, like nothing just happened. Despite how what he said made perfect sense; considering that if one area that was completely destroyed was rebuilt and all the citizens were emptied from the rest of the city into those parts and the surrounding areas, they could just destroyed the completely vacant areas and rebuild them just the same, what they were more concerned with was why he knew and how he knew.

Carl: Stop. So. You're just... Gonna act like none of that just happened? Like we didn't just damn near get completely fucked up by some giant fucking creature, which turned into our like guardian and went into some pod seed thing?

Steve: Bro. Come on, bro. Let's just go follow him. If he knows something and is trying to help us, we should just listen, at this point.

Sam: You know, he has a pretty good idea... I like this guy.

Carl: Dammit, Sam! Steve! He... He just--

Steve: I know, Carl, but... We kinda don't really have a choice, unless we wanna end up pushing up daisies, like our friends over there. *points to the field of daisies that were his friends*

Carl: ... *sigh* ... Dammit. You're right. We'll just have to get as much as we can out of him and see where this goes. Besides, apparently that... Thing listens to him, or is associated with him, or whatever. Maybe we can get him to make it do stuff for us.

Steve: Yeah, I guess. I mean, shit, it gave us a clear, clean space to rebuild. We should just take advantage of this opportunity and get to work on making things better. Don't you think that's best?

Sam: I think that's best!

Carl: ... You know what? Fine. Let's follow the fucking monkey...

The three of them agreed and nodded their heads in consensus, walking off toward the field where the weird guy was taking them. They followed along closely, but were still pretty suspicious of him. If they were getting some powers now from the earth, then what kind of powers did he have at his disposal prior to? That was a mystery they intended to solve when they had their talk with him.