Radahn was certainly faster than Zhao Si.
He flew through the sky at full speed, his body bursting into flame.
He really did crash into the Mountaintops of the Giants like a meteor, leaving a huge crater in the ground and shaking snow off the cliffs.
Even the thick iron chains connecting the cliffs shook a few times.
There was no way the others could have missed such a commotion.
The Fire Monks saw it, yet not one of them moved.
They did not dare.
Miquella had replaced the Fire Monks before. The current group were all newcomers, and they had already submitted to him.
Miquella was busy every day, and not just for show.
He had even taken some time to summon the Fire Monks to the Haligtree in groups, granting them audiences before giving them a round of "thorough brainwashing."
That was his extraordinary charm. Mortals could not resist it.
Without orders from Miquella, these people naturally would not move.
In truth, moving would have been pointless anyway. All that awaited them was being smashed into pulp by Radahn.
The last line of defense for the Giant's Forge was the last remaining Fire Giant.
Looking at Radahn, who was about his own size, the Fire Giant was utterly bewildered.
He rose from the ground with some difficulty, clutching his metal pot lid and roaring.
"I didn't come to kill you, nor did I come to light that forge," Radahn said.
The Giant's Forge, the Giants' Forge-it was all the same, as long as everyone knew what it was.
He took out the Sword of Night and Flame. Like a tiny toothpick, it seemed utterly insignificant between the two "giants."
Yet it played a pivotal role, and at this moment neither could ignore it.
For it was a symbol