Labyrinth's Unpredictable Nature!

Meanwhile, in the strategy discussion group, William gave a brief rundown of the giant ruins.

He had slain four giants.

But twelve more deformed giants remained.

Forum Master: "Are these giants really that hard to kill?"

Wallace had four more hours of game time than them.

The Forum Master assumed Wallace had been online the entire time; meaning, logically, all those giants should have been wiped out by now.

But William didn't mince words.

"It's hard to kill them alone."

The giants weren't like the werewolves he had hunted before.

Back then, William had participated in a massive group hunt.

Werewolves couldn't touch him.

He could kill them in a single strike.

His fighting style was perfect; quick, precise, lethal.

Back then, he had fought like an assassin.

One hit.

One kill.

Gone in a flash.

Then he'd circle back, looking for the next opening.