They looked like human giants.
Behind them came the humans.
Two of them, one a young man and the other a woman, slightly older than him.
They were siblings and children of Hawkin.
Caden and Constance walked side by side, siblings whose very presence commanded attention despite being surrounded by beings physically superior to them in every measurable way.
Caden stood perhaps six-foot-two, lean and sharp-featured, with dark hair cut military-short and eyes that were pale grey—almost colorless. He wore Imperial officer's armor, black with silver trim, and carried himself with the confidence of someone who had never lost a fight that mattered.
A sword hung at his hip, but the real weapon was the way magic coiled around him, barely visible, always present.
Constance matched her brother in height, which was unusual for human women, with the same sharp features and grey eyes. Her hair was longer, pulled back in a practical braid, and she wore armor identical to Caden's.
