Rowan would have been shocked by these giants. If he had not seen bigger in that world with the Red Moon. And unlike those giants that felt unassailable, these just felt powerful. Enough to kill him? Maybe, but Rowan was not going by logic currently.
Events around him had pushed his mind to a singular purpose. Which was to protect what was left of his people and put down the monsters.
He had no time for fancy introspection. No thought about the actions he was committing, just a sheer drive to stop the souls that were coming to him for solace.
The remembrances these souls brought with them were tearing his psyche apart.
These monstrosities ahead of him should be the Giant battle form. Which was a fusion of hundreds of Battle Form Abominations.
Their appearances would put all the nightmares he had in his previous life to shame. How do you even begin describing a chaotic creature such as this?
