Anais, despite her pain, felt a glimmer of hope. This giant, whoever or whatever he was, was clearly not aligned with the Nexum soldiers. He was fighting against them, and for the first time since the attack began, she felt that there might be a chance for survival. She tried to call out to him, but her voice was weak, barely a whisper over the din of battle.
The giant, however, seemed to sense her presence. He turned his head, his glowing eyes locking onto hers for a brief moment. Anais felt a strange sensation, as if he was reading her, understanding her pain and her desperation.
Then, without a word, he turned back to the battlefield, continuing his relentless assault on the Nexum forces.
Anais knew she had to move. The ship was no longer safe, and the battle was too close. She gritted her teeth, ignoring the searing pain in her legs, and began to crawl toward the relative safety of a nearby pile of debris.