Giant rumbles

The mist parted like a curtain, and there it was—a giant.

Not just any giant, but a being so massive that it seemed to embody the mountain itself.

Its colossal form loomed above them, casting an oppressive shadow that made even the mighty ogres in the horde seem like tiny, insignificant insects.

Its torso alone was wider than any cave they had encountered, a wall of rippling muscle and coarse, stone-like flesh. Its head, crowned with jagged horns that scraped against the swirling mist, tilted slightly, as though listening to the very earth beneath its feet.

The creature's breath came in deep, guttural exhalations, each one reverberating like distant thunder.

Even from a distance, Volk could feel the sheer weight of its presence, an ancient, primal force that made his instincts scream to retreat. Its eyes, glowing faintly in the dimness, swept across the mist-covered land, seemingly unbothered by the haze that blinded them.