"Roar!"
Godwyn took the Giant King's roar at close range, feeling his entire body shake, blood trapped in his chest that he could not cough up.
His ears suffered excruciating torment. He was lucky to be alive without bleeding from every orifice.
After all, even the hill behind him had collapsed from the shock.
Boom!
The Giant King swung his shield with all his might, sending Godwyn flying.
In truth, fighting such a tiny target made it difficult for the Giant King to bring his strength to bear.
It was like a human fighting a mosquito: being unable to hit it was maddening.
The Giant King opened the huge mouth on his belly and breathed fire at Godwyn, who had crashed into the mountainside.
The Giant's Flame formed a tornado of fire, twisting like a rope toward the spot where Godwyn had landed.
The surrounding rocks instantly steamed with heat, melting into lava that flowed deeper inside.
Seeing this, Zhao Si told Fia beside him, "Stay hidden here. I'll go help him."
Fia nodded. "Make sure you come back safely. Both of you."
"Don't worry. I'm not that easy to kill. I'm the narrative linchpin." Zhao Si tossed out an unfunny joke, grabbed the Serpent Spear, and darted away.
A narrative linchpin was a central character who ran through an entire book.
Zhao Si had actually always felt he was not a conventional protagonist, but a character who tied all the stories and people together.
The protagonist of this particular story was clearly Godwyn.
Zhao Si smiled as he ran. Fighting alongside Godwyn felt pretty good, too.
The trouble was, getting close to the Giant King was far too difficult. Without a mount, even running over would take considerable effort.
Suppressed by the flames, Godwyn broke through the mountainside and