As I landed, my feet barely touching the ground, I looked around, scanning for the source of the energy.
There, amidst the desolation, stood someone—or something.
Before me loomed a towering figure, easily thrice my height. His massive form was covered in a rough, leathery skin that resembled Armor, adorned with deep grooves and scars telling tales of countless battles.
'A giant?'
'No impossible. It's a graceless being, like a tarnished'
'Though I can sense different form of energies from him, strangely different from those in lands between'
'Perhaps , some sort of unknown magic?'
I most noticed the greyish-brown coloured box hanging from a thick metallic chain round his neck.
The giant's head tilted and swivelled in my general direction and I met his opaque look of confusion and aggression.
His eyes were pure white and looked into me as if he were trying to figure out why I was there.
He did not talk to me ; however, I detected hostility.
The moment I couched the great swords, tension wound around me like a dark spring; the black metal of the weapons I held was comfortingly familiar.
Peculiar patterns of lion's manes glowed slightly, as if the swords were alive.
The giant raised his foot and placed it as carefully as if it was a boot to move forward an inch and Every step that he took gave the ground beneath a shake that attests to the power of the huge man. His lips lined up in a sneer and the first thing that became noticeable was the sharpness of his teeth.
He just sat there frozen for a moment.
However, through the unfriendliness of the giant there was a look in his eyes that I also felt: a kind of confusion.
We stared at each other for longer than necessary.
[Gigantomachia's POV]:
The field in front of me, a sun burned place of dead grass and twiddling weeds, reflected the bleakness I felt inside.
I was still expecting to hear Master's voice again.
I was no hero, nor villain. My sole purpose was to do my master's bidding.
All who disturb him must die.
Before I could only observe but now infront of me there was a silhouette – a man – a stranger..... I felt the familiar chill just like the one I feel when I'm in presence of my master.
'Am I shaking? '
'No, It's Impossible.'
'No matter how much I was impressed by Master's prowess, it rapidly became apparent that this stranger's here seems more potent. '
'I must shed these thoughts. Its Blasphemous.'
I growled softly and the noise echoed in the field.
My master told me quite plainly
'Machia , kill anyone who comes here and don't let anyone know that you are here' is still as powerful as today as it was a decade ago.
I pushed my hand deeper and further into the ground.
A colossal rock that was about my height now loomed on the figure as if it intended to fell the structure with a single blow.
That rock flew through the air and I waited to see the method of reaction this adversary would pull out.
But he just stood there motionless.
'Ha! I was worrying for nothing. He is far from Master's skill level, My strength scares him so much that his body just doesn't respond.'
I turned my head preparing to strode forward not waiting to see his battered figure.
[Radahn's POV]:
As I watched the giant move, the boulder he had hurled was still hurtling towards me.
In an instant, I made my move. My hands, already gripping the hilts of my great swords, dug into the earth.
With a powerful heave, I wrenched them free.
The moment the blades cleared the ground, a surge of raw energy burst forth from beneath my feet, enveloping me in a wave of gravitational force.
The boulder collided with this surge.
The immense weight of the rock met the unstoppable force of my power, and for a second, everything hung in a balance.
Then, I channelled my gravitational power.
The boulder stopped dead in its tracks, suspended mid-air as if caught in the grip of an unseen hand.
Dust and debris swirled around it.
'I can feel the surface of this world responding to my power, its very fabric bending under the weight of my command. Unlike the Lands Between, where every exertion was a struggle against the ancient terrain, this new realm felt almost fragile in comparison.'
I realized that I could reshape this land with a mere thought, the forces at my disposal so potent that they could alter the world itself.
The boulder, now held aloft by my will alone.
It hovered there.
As I stood there, to test the extent of my abilities .
This was the power I had wielded before yet not entirely the same.
'As a matter of fact , this world's energy wants to resonate with me'
But my sheer strength held it at bay.
I turned my gaze towards the giant.
He had stopped his retreat and was now facing me.
A surge of disdain welled up within me as I absorbed the scene. The audacity of this creature—to launch an attack and then turn his back, presuming I had been dealt with! It was not just foolishness; it was an insult to the very essence of battle and honour.
"How disgraceful!" I shouted.
"After deciding to make the first move, you attempt to walk away as if nothing happened?"
The giant's eyes narrowed.
It was clear he had not expected resistance—
But there was no room for mercy or hesitation in this moment.
His disregard had sealed his fate.
I would not let him walk away unscathed after such a brazen display.
I tightened my grip on my great swords.
The power of the gravity surrounding me surged once more/
"You dare to turn your back on me?" I continued.
"You shall pay for your arrogance!"
With a flick of my wrist, I released the gravitational hold on the boulder.
It fell to the ground with a thunderous crash, sending up a cloud of dust and debris. The ground shook under the impact, but my focus remained unbroken.
The giant, now fully aware of the gravity of his mistake was no longer walking away; But in his eyes, I saw a glimmer of fear.
Whatever this giant thought he was, he would soon learn that turning his back on me was a folly he would deeply regret.