The Clash of Titans
The ground quaked beneath their feet as the Nephilim advanced. Each step sent shockwaves rippling through the earth. Their sheer size made them seem unstoppable—monuments of war forged for destruction.
Maingan launched himself forward, his blade cutting through the air with terrifying precision. One of the one-eyed giants swung its colossal arm, but Maingan twisted mid-air, dodging just in time. His sword slashed across the creature's wrist, severing three of its six thick fingers.
It roared in pain, stumbling back, but another took its place.
Jeruca, still clutching his bow, turned his focus to the monstrous hybrids attacking from the side. Their grotesque bodies lunged at him—fanged mouths, clawed hands, stitched flesh—but he moved with sharp efficiency. He loosed arrows with deadly accuracy, striking their twisted forms in vital spots.
One of the two-eyed giants reared back—its throat bulging.
The scream.
Maingan saw it an instant before it happened.
"COVER YOUR EARS!" he bellowed.
But even as Jeruca and the soldiers reacted, the giant unleashed its deafening wail.
The air trembled. The trees bent backward. The ground split.
Maingan's vision blurred as the force slammed into him. He gritted his teeth, pushing against the pressure, his body vibrating from the sheer intensity. The soldiers behind him collapsed, blood pouring from their ears as they writhed in agony.
Jeruca managed to stay on his feet, but his bow shattered in his grip. "Damn it!" he cursed.
Maingan's body burned with power. His vision sharpened, his mind clearing despite the chaos. He charged straight for the screamer, pushing through the deafening force. His sword glowed with raw energy as he vanished—a blur too fast for the giant to react.
And then—
With one clean strike, he severed its head.
Jeruca's Struggle
On the other side of the battlefield, Jeruca fought with brutal efficiency. He no longer had his bow, but that didn't mean he was defenseless. Drawing his twin daggers, he danced between enemies, slashing tendons and piercing weak points.
A hulking, misshapen creature lunged at him. Jeruca rolled under its clawed strike, driving both daggers into its stomach before twisting them upward. The beast shrieked as it collapsed, but there was no time to celebrate—another was already attacking.
One of the remaining one-eyed giants reached down, swiping at Jeruca with terrifying speed. He barely leaped away in time, the force of the impact sending him rolling across the ground.
He coughed, spitting out blood. Damn it... He wasn't built like Maingan. He was strong, but he was still human.
His fingers clenched around his daggers. He wouldn't go down that easily.
Maingan Unleashed
Maingan didn't slow down. His body moved on instinct, weaving between the Nephilim like a storm given form. He knew he had to take them down fast. If they screamed again, the battle would be over.
He dashed toward another screamer, but this time, it was ready. It inhaled deeply, preparing to unleash its devastating wail—
Maingan disappeared.
An instant later, he reappeared above the giant, blade poised. He plunged his sword straight through its skull, silencing it forever.
The tide was turning.
The soldiers, regaining their footing, regrouped. Inspired by Maingan's relentless assault, they fought harder, pushing back against the enemy.
Jeruca, bloodied but grinning, rejoined the fray.
"Looks like you've got this handled," he called to Maingan, dodging another strike.
Maingan didn't reply—his focus was on the final Nephilim. The last one-eyed giant, the largest of them all, stood watching him. It was different from the others. Smarter. Stronger.
And it wasn't afraid.
The battlefield quieted as the beast stepped forward.
And Maingan knew—this was the real fight.
The Final Nephilim
The last giant raised its massive foot and slammed it into the ground. The impact sent a wave of force outward, shaking the very foundations of the land. Maingan steadied himself, his grip tightening on his sword.
The monster leaned forward, speaking in a guttural, ancient tongue.
"Little warrior… you fight well. But your strength is wasted. Kneel, and I will spare you."
Maingan smirked. "I was about to say the same thing to you."
The giant roared, raising its massive fist.
Maingan's eyes burned bright. His energy surged.
And then—he attacked.
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