Two hundred and four. The premonition is real

It was an incredibly ethereal, yet distinctly solid grey shadow. Shrouded in the gloom of the clouds, its own shadow loomed over the port city. Hovering a few hundred meters above the sea, the slender figure, similar to that of a human, extended its twisted grey arms to either side as if embracing the city before it.

Atop its slender neck sat a head devoid of hair, lacking any facial features or countenance, its strangeness and peculiarity beyond description.

Looking down, its body gradually became more illusory until, reaching the waist, it completely vanished from sight. But even just the upper half of its body already reached a terrifying height of five to six hundred meters, compelling one to think of fleeing.

The Terrifying Giant was less than two kilometers away from the city, yet its huge, eerie form created the illusion that it could encompass the entire city within itself.