The Giant Unleashes Its Power
The battlefield stood in eerie silence. Dust swirled through the broken courtyard, the remains of the palace looming behind Maingan. The giant's six hands flexed, its three glowing eyes narrowing.
"You amuse me, little one," the giant rumbled. "But now, the real fight begins."
Maingan tensed. Something was changing.
The air thickened with raw energy. The giant's body shifted—its charred skin cracked, revealing glowing veins of deep crimson light. Its muscles expanded, and from its back, six long, jagged protrusions emerged like the spines of some ancient beast.
A single pulse of its energy sent shockwaves outward, splintering stone and tearing through the ground.
Maingan barely had time to react. He vanished, reappearing at a safe distance.
But the giant was already there.
It had moved impossibly fast for its size, one of its fists blurring as it slammed toward him.
BOOM.
Maingan dodged at the last second, but the sheer force of the attack sent a crater rippling outward.
"It's adapting to me," Maingan realized.
This wasn't like the Nephilim. This thing was intelligent.
The giant flexed its fingers, watching him closely. "I see you now. You move like the wind, but you cannot escape forever."
Then it grinned.
"Let's see how well you dodge this."
It raised all six arms, and the entire battlefield shook. The sky darkened—not from clouds, but from debris.
The giant had lifted the shattered remains of the palace courtyard into the air.
Hundreds of massive stones—jagged, deadly—floated around them, vibrating with unnatural energy.
Maingan's eyes flickered in warning. Telekinesis.
The giant thrust its arms forward.
The stones exploded toward him at blinding speed.
Maingan's True Speed
Maingan vanished.
A blur.
The stones missed him by mere inches, shattering into dust as they collided behind him.
He reappeared—only for another wave of debris to come from a different direction.
Dodge. Shift. Move.
Too slow.
One of the stones clipped his side, drawing blood. Another grazed his shoulder.
He needed more speed.
His eyes glowed brighter. His body felt like it was vibrating at an impossible frequency.
The air around him rippled. The battlefield itself bent under the force of his energy.
Then—he disappeared completely.
To the giant, it was as if Maingan had vanished from existence.
It turned, eyes scanning.
Nothing.
Then—a whisper behind it.
"Too slow."
The giant barely had time to react before Maingan reappeared mid-air—directly behind its head.
His hands crackled with energy. Not a sword this time. Pure power surged through his palms.
He struck.
A single, devastating blow to the back of the giant's skull.
BOOM.
The force sent the giant flying, its massive body crashing through the remains of the palace wall.
The entire structure collapsed on top of it.
The Giant Regenerates
Silence. Dust. The mountain trembled.
Jeruca and Jason, still inside the ruins, felt the impact.
Jason clutched his bleeding arm. "What the hell was that?!"
Jeruca pushed off the rubble, staring toward the courtyard. "That was Maingan."
But before relief could settle, the ground cracked again.
A low growl.
The rubble shifted.
Then—the giant rose.
The wounds Maingan had inflicted were already gone. The cracks in its skin sealed themselves, the energy in its body flaring even brighter.
It laughed.
"You are strong, Maingan. But I am beyond death."
Maingan's jaw clenched. Regeneration. And not just ordinary healing. Instant, endless regeneration.
This thing couldn't be beaten by brute force alone.
The giant raised its arms again. This time, the entire mountainside trembled.
It wasn't just lifting stones now. It was lifting everything.
The Final Clash Begins
Maingan knew he couldn't waste time.
He vanished again.
Reappeared at the giant's chest—striking with pure, concentrated power.
Boom.
The giant staggered back, but its regeneration kept it from falling.
Again.
Maingan moved, attacking from different angles—strikes to its limbs, its head, its core.
The energy in the air became suffocating. Maingan's body burned from the power he was unleashing.
The battlefield cracked beneath them, the sky swirling with unnatural forces.
The fight was reaching its peak.
Only one would be left standing.
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