Where gravel does not exist, nor does the ocean reside, let alone the soothing waves;
Beneath our feet there's no land, above our heads no sky;
Only an abyss of nothingness, The Great Chasm, bereft of life's fragrant grass.
You are the Ancestor Giant, the foundation of the World.
We, descendants of the Giant Clan, humbly offer this Sacrifice to you!"
Simultaneously, the surrounding Frost Giants stepped forward in turn, taking the Cursed Blades made of bone from the hands of the Frost Giant Wizards, solemnly slicing their own wrists, scattering blood of gold and azure upon the altar.
"Hum~!!"
The altar, saturated with the Giants' blood, thrummed and illuminated; the hearts of the prey laid upon it withered like dried-out husks, carried away on the wind deep into the pitch-black depths of The Great Chasm.
"Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!!"
