"You have to go!" a familiar, booming voice roared, filled with a desperate urgency.
Eirin's body turned behind her, and there, amidst the apocalyptic landscape, she saw the familiar, gentle giant. It was Girak, his colossal body covered with fresh black burn marks and fissures from the relentless fire surrounding them.
Eirin couldn't understand the context, the meaning of this vivid nightmare, but the giant reached out and pulled her small, dream-body hand, which appeared to be glowing with an intense red color. He then carefully carried her, covering her with his huge, boulder-like body, shielding her from the inferno.
Girak ran with Eirin in his arms, his massive strides shaking the dreamscape. He ran through a terrifying sea of fire, with massive explosions erupting constantly behind them, sending shockwaves through the air. Eirin still couldn't understand what kind of dream this was, why she was seeing Girak, and why she was reliving such a catastrophic event with him.
