Once he confirmed the danger had passed, the Hill Giant who had been the first to surrender was also the first to scramble up from the ground.
He didn't even spare Raylo a glance. He wiped the snot and tears from his face with a fan-sized hand. Then, like an arrow loosed from a bow, he shot off on his thick legs, heading straight for the massive bonfire.
His target was clear.
The Mammoth, roasted until it was crispy on the outside and tender on the inside.
"ROAR!"
He let out a joyful, guttural roar and, like a beast that had been starved for three days, pounced directly onto the Mammoth on the roasting spit.
He reached out with his great hands—hands that could easily crush rock—grabbed a charred leg, and tore with all his might.
"RRRIP!"
Accompanied by a grating sound, a huge, steaming chunk of meat was brutally ripped off.
The Mammoth was so enormous that even after roasting for a long time, only the surface was cooked through.
