Three months later, in the World of Fallen Gods, amidst the ruins of a certain city.
"What a rare sight!"
"For such weak Ascenders like you to dare to come to this world."
The tall figure was like a mountain, the booming voice like thunder...
A four-armed giant, towering like a colossus, slowly squatted down, yet his height still reached the clouds.
Beneath him, apart from the city's ruins, lay many remnants of the undead and machines, creating an eerily terrifying scene.
No one would doubt the giant's power, for his battle scars spoke volumes of his victories.
There were dragon claw marks, knife wounds, and some unknown bite marks...
The battle-hardened giant was born from slaughter and had come to this world to engage other Ascenders in fierce combat.
"It is precisely because of weakness that we crave power more!"
The mechanical prosthetic eye kept rotating.
David looked at the giant as tall as a mountain, and responded resolutely.
