Just as despair consumed the hearts of the villagers and all hope seemed lost, their eyes were suddenly opened wide in astonishment. One of the stone giants was forcefully thrown to the ground, shattering into countless pieces, as if an invisible force had intervened.
Their gazes shifted towards a young man dressed in flowing green robes, his eyes blazing with determination.
"What... who is he?" a villager whispered, unable to tear their gaze away from the scene unfolding before them.
A hushed murmur spread through the crowd as speculation ran rampant.
"An immortal... could it be?"
" We are saved!"
"How can we rely on just one person to fight off all these monsters?" a skeptical voice voiced the concern weighing on everyone's minds.
The young man raised his hand, the swirling runes around his touch intensifying, as if responding to the unity and resolve of the villagers. The air crackled with energy as the runes began to fuse together, finally forming one rune.
