'Do you know what monsters are? Creatures without empathy, especially those from dungeons. They kill and kill so we arose as men devoid of empathy towards monsters. The terrors of terror.'
Lament's horse leaped and landed so heavily, the earth trembled. His grip around his halberd tightened as these Mutated Ones watched him from a distance. They couldn't run back so they decided to face him.
"What's with the marks on your helmet? Are you… crying?" the girl taunted as she looked at the huge man and the young man, giving them signals with her eyes.
Lament didn't reply. His horse began to walk toward them, the closer he got, the bigger he seemed. Together with his horse, Lament was about fifteen feet tall.
Tons of steel, muscle and bone moving together as one. The oppressive might of his gaze alone felt suffocating.
