Enhanced by the peerless craft of the kobold, the five-headed colossus moved through the air quickly, causing the wind to hum in the path of its massive body. In mere moments of its arrival, the abomination's aimless taste for destruction turned leagues of the lush, verdant valley into lifeless soil, laid asunder by fire and lightning.
Beyond the walls of the city, its people prayed and cheered. Perhaps for the first time in centuries, each individual was united in their wishes, their will–"Triumph, Octavius!"
"Please, Sir Octavius…" A mother held her hands together in her home as the walls rumbled.
As the bestial beams scaled miles in the air, seeking to cut through the towering walls, the lone knight paced to intercept them.
'I've never been good at dealing with massive monsters–never been my specialty. But, I have to step up now,' the thought permeated through the Saint's mind.
