Huntresses on black panthers swung silver blades, the metal shining cold as they cut ogres down easy.
The Giant Leader's face went white, its breath fast. Too many elves! Just like the elder said—tens of thousands, all ready to fight.
"Giant Leader!"
Renjiro sat tall on Sylphie, the Unicorn, her white fur glowing soft in the sun. He stared up at the Giant Leader, calm and steady. Compared to his Giant Golems, the Giant Leader was small.
His Giant Golems stood over twenty meters, huge and rocky, their steps rumbling the earth. The Giant Leader was barely ten meters, all flesh and blood, looking like a big, wild man with messy hair.
His Giant Golems felt heavy and scary—stone bodies that shook the ground. The Giant Leader didn't match that. They were giants, sure, but so different—size, look, everything.
The Giant Leader growled low, its voice rough. "Elf King, this war didn't need to happen! Yeah, we've fought over those weak goblins, but it was never a big thing."
