The snowflakes shattered in the wind.
With a flash of the blade, the giant collapsed onto its altar, the one that belonged to him. The heavy iron armor fell away inch by inch, revealing a thin, bony frame. Its flesh had long since dried up, and its bones stood starkly defined.
A gaping hole had been torn into his abdomen, and blood like molten lava gushed forth.
There was an almost imperceptible cut on his heart—that was the fatal wound.
No growls nor roars, only a sigh of loneliness built over thousands of years.
"Worthy of being a warrior who once roared in the Ancient Times."
The Moon Princess sheathed her Tang Blade and bowed deeply. "I honor your indomitable fighting will."
