KRRUUMMPP—!
A huge explosion turned the hill into ashes, killing every single being in the camp.
The soldiers decided to sacrifice their lives to kill their enemies, leaving behind their unaccomplished dreams and their families.
Some people would call them brainwashed, others would call them loyal soldiers, but it didn't matter—in both cases, they committed suicide.
And the very being they wanted to kill was alive without a scratch, folding his eagle wings and unfazed by the destruction.
Fafnir and the others slammed into the ground, not strong enough to kill them, but not weak enough to be unfazed.
'W-why did that happen, and who is this?'
Fafnir and the others slammed into the ground, the impact not strong enough to kill them but not weak enough to leave them unfazed.
That was a demonic giant!
'Why did he save us? Is he unrelated to Uldor? Wait, why are they kneeling?'
