The battlefield was a deafening mix of battle cries and feral roars, rising all the way to the clouds.
All around the city walls and the soil beneath them, blood soaked in at a pace visible to the naked eye, turning everything a lurid shade of red. It was both vivid and gruesome.
The war drums pounded low and steady, wave after wave, echoing in everyone's ears.
Amid that thunderous beat, Giant King Orion and Giant King Balor now faced each other.
Balor reached up, unfastening the armor on his body and letting it clatter to the ground. Orion's eyes were cold and remote; the blood-red armor on him receded, returning to its original bone-bead form.
In the first phase of a giant king's duel, it was fist versus fist—a raw contest of strength.
"Orion Stoneheart, this is a battle of honor!"
Orion didn't answer. He merely pounded on his own chest with both hands, roaring all the while. Little by little, his mood and very blood began to burn.
Huff!
