Sunada stood atop the ruins, head tilted back, mouth slightly open, eyes unblinking. She stared at the giant's back—broad and solid, as if it could block out every storm in the world.
Her eyes grew wet again, but this time, it was not from sorrow.
"So..." she murmured. "So that's what he truly looks like?"
Even now, looking at the enormous Blue Giant before her, Sunada still found it hard to connect the two.
But then she suddenly snapped back to herself, raised her arm high, and shouted at the giant's back with every ounce of strength she had:
"Go! Take that bastard down!"
Her voice was like a pebble thrown into a still lake—
Varka hefted his two greatswords and threw his head back in laughter. "Hahaha! Good! Let that madman see what real strength is!"
Rauma clasped her hands together, closed her eyes, and moved her lips slightly in silent prayer.
Nefer waved her arms, tears glimmering in her eyes, yet she grinned brilliantly. "Go! Don't leave him any dignity!"
Lumine stood among the crowd and nodded hard.
She said nothing, only looked at the giant's back, the corners of her mouth lifting slightly—that was a smile of trust.
And there were more voices—
A child held in his mother's arms stretched out a little hand and pointed at the giant. "Mom, that big brother is going to win, right?"
"He will." The mother held the child tightly, tears sliding down her face, yet she smiled. "He definitely will."
An injured warrior propped himself up on a broken sword and struggled to his feet, shouting in a hoarse voice, "Take him down!"
A trembling old man raised his cane and said in an aged voice, "Let that madman know that Nordkalle is not a place where he can