The giant king remained silent for a few seconds, evaluating the resilience of that small being who refused to perish. Slowly, he stood up and raised his enormous hammer, a tool of war forged at the dawn of the world. All arrogance had vanished from his face, leaving only pure, concentrated hostility.
Then you shall die as what you are: a calamity that must be purged, the king declared.
The environment reacted to his words. The ice from the walls, the remains of the columns, and the destroyed bridges began to be sucked toward the giant. The entire mountain seemed to be draining to feed the crown that shone with unbearable intensity upon his head. The king was sacrificing his own kingdom to eradicate the threat.
