Overworld.
The entire forest shook, and a low, guttural growl reverberated through the trees.
Birds scattered from the canopy, animals fled, and the ground trembled with each step of the monstrous being.
From between the trees emerged an enormous creature, its body formed from jagged boulders, slabs of stone grinding against one another like thunder.
Glowing cracks ran along its body, radiating heat and malice. It roared, swinging its massive arms with enough force to uproot trees and shatter the earth.
But there was someone in the air, weaving between its attacks.
Herios. Cloaked in brown, an iron sword gripped in his hand, his movements were swift and precise.
He smiled despite the danger, his eyes sharp as he ducked under a massive stone fist and leapt over the creature's other arm.
The air split as his blade clashed against stone, sparks flying.
The rock giant bellowed, furious at the insignificant human who dared resist it.
Then, a voice rang out.
"Herios! Move!"
