"What's going on, did that guy set me up?" Lofvis stood on the vast grassland, his expression slightly dazed.
Beneath him, shepherds drove their cattle and sheep past, occasionally glancing at this towering giant a hundred meters tall, frightening them into a flurry as they hurriedly guided the flock away.
This enormous giant had pale skin, a flush on his face, and was draped in a white robe, within which lay a thick set of armor.
Atop the giant's head was a rune so mysterious it defied description, marking his identity as the God of Runes.
This was a Catastrophe Level rune, with a constant effect on him that even those more adept with runes than Lofvis found impenetrable to its secrets.
Lofvis gently inhaled in the direction of the flock, and white shadows were drawn from the sheep, entering Lofvis's body.
The entire flock collapsed, turning into mummified corpses, while the shepherd fell to the ground, dampening his pants.
