Ripple In The Soul

One. Two. Three. Four. Five. Six.

With each second passed, a Giant rumbled their way out of the many portals in the training hall.

The spacious and large room which could house a small town did not have room for a single extra pair of feet after a minute.

Imprisoned in metallic ropes, it felt as if ants in an anthill were surrounded by a bunch of anteaters. The size difference was astounding..

"Morgur, this guy's tongue is quite sharp. I need it to make a blade." 

The old Giant Baldur squinted his eyes and said while stroking his rough beard. 

'What a polite way to order someone to kill.'

It was Lith's first time hearing such a thing, making him think, 'Adventures are great. Not only do you obtain great experiences, even your vocabulary, and treasure stash would increase exponentially.'

'Heh. I can have a better vocabulary to curse people and enough treasures to even woo aunt. What a win-win situation.'

CLANG—!