The air froze, and even the wind seemed afraid to sweep across this scorched earth. Jin An stood atop the ruins, his cloak snapping in the wind, his bloodstained armor reflecting the last ray of the setting sun.
His blade-sharp gaze fixed upon that enormous dark figure without the slightest wavering.
He strode forward slowly, the sound of gravel rolling beneath his feet clearly audible across the deathly silent battlefield.
As he walked, he spoke slowly:
"Imu, is this another one of your tricks?"
Every step carried immense pressure, yet remained as steady as a mountain.
"I said before, as long as we can purge you from this world and restore peace to heaven and earth, no price we pay will be too great."
His words were calm, yet they carried a resolute chill.
"After all this, you still lost."
The moment his voice fell, an eerie low laugh rose from deep within the Dark Giant's chest.
"Heh... hehehe..."
The laughter was like some long-slumbering monster awakening from the abyss, carrying a twisted excitement and sickening fanaticism.
The light at the Dark Giant's brow flickered like a heartbeat. Then, the darkness slowly split apart, and a slender yet oppressively powerful figure gradually emerged.
Imu.
It was as though it had crawled out from a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood, its entire body covered in the ashes of war and black mist.
Its hair was disheveled and its figure somewhat bedraggled, yet it still stared directly at Jin An like a sovereign.
Those eyes held madness within their depths.
A strange curve lifted at its lips, as though it had seen some intoxicating illusion.
"Jin An..."
Its voice was gentle, yet it seemed to seep directly into one's consciousness.
"Do you truly believe that you have already won?"