The end of a battle

The sky above the Giant Kingdom seemed to respond to the imminent confrontation. Dark clouds gathered, and thunder rumbled like the war drums of the gods themselves. The air was thick with tension, and every surviving giant watched in silence, dreading what was about to unfold.

Orion, the King of Giants, stood tall over the devastated landscape. Nearly thirty meters in height, he was a true wall of muscle and scars. His titanic battle-axe, forged from the strongest metal in the world, was embedded in the ground, ready to be wielded with destructive force.

Dante, now back in his humanoid form, remained still, a bored smile on his lips. Despite the difference in size, his presence was overwhelming, as if reality itself bent in his favor. His black aura crackled around him, distorting the air and making the ground tremble.

Orion's eyes narrowed.