The warriors moved with an uncanny grace despite their size, their heavy weapons slicing through the air with lethal accuracy.
They wielded great axes and enormous swords which clashed with bone-rattling force, sending sparks flying all over.
One male warrior in particular roared, his deep voice shook the air as he swung a spiked mace, but it narrowly missed an opponent who ducked and countered with a swift upward slash of a rough blade.
Damien's eyes widened as he watched. These weren't ordinary humans—they couldn't be. Their size, their sheer strength, and the way their bodies seemed to radiate primal energy made it clear they were something else entirely.
"Mini giants?" Damien whispered, almost to himself.
Vynira's gaze was fixed on the battle and her lips pressed into a thin line. "They are most likely natives," she murmured, her voice laced with awe and caution. "They must be natives of this golden sphere."
