Suddenly, Kalia felt a large amount of blood being swallowed directly into her body. It's not that there is a similar feeling. There is no doubt that new blood and heat is being poured into her body right now. Such a fearful feeling.

　Nausea clawing at my throat, intense pain burning my eyes.

　Suddenly, the pain passes for a moment, and then the next pain bites through your limbs again. It was as if my organs themselves were coughing up blood.

　There was no time for Kalia to ask herself what the hell was going on. Before he knew it, the Great Temple had disappeared from his sight, and even the sounds were fading into the darkness.

　The only thing that could be heard was... The wailing of the giants, almost a scream.

My flesh is now covered with maggots, and the eyes that used to see the future are now empty sockets, unable to see a thing.

　It's almost like a scream, and it's hard to pick up the words. It's painful to understand. But somehow, just by hearing it, Kalia could see the scene in her mind's eye.

　Worms crawled over her carrion body. His entire body was almost nothing but bones, yet he was still alive and lying there, a mighty man. The sleeping figure of the former king of the giants. His sleep will not awaken until the day the world dies out. He will live in the darkness for nearly eternity, holding his rotting body.

　The scene that entered my vision was truly a myth. No matter how hard I tried to shake it off, the scene stuck to my eyelids as an undeniable reality.

　The beings in the myth are still sleeping and breathing at the bottom of the earth. The mere thought of such an image running down her spine made her feel a fearful emotion in her gut.

"This hand that once reached beyond the horizon will now be unable to grasp even the tip of Altius' hair.

　I'm not sure what to say. I'm not sure if this is a good idea or not.

　I'm not sure if this is a good idea or not. I'm not sure if it's a good idea or not.

　Yes. What happened to Lugis? What about the witch? What am I doing now? Such thoughts shook Karia's skull and made her wobbly on her feet.

　But he didn't care about her confusion. The giant's voice shook Karia's whole body.

"My little blood. If you pity this body, then stand before Altius.

　The giant speaks, offering the favor of the bloodline. With enough pressure to crush Caria's body.

　What a selfish thing to say, thought Caria. From the way he said it, the horrible things that are happening to him now must be the work of this giant.

　The Great Demon Flimsulat. The arrogant, power-hungry, earth-stomping champion of old. The king of the giants who didn't give a d*mn about humans.

　And who was defeated by Artius.

　Kalia sniffs as if laughing. His nostrils smelled of thick iron.

　So, whatever the reason, he's using his descendants to show his teeth to those who once trampled on him. The king of the giants.

　There may have been many layers of thought behind it, and there may have been unimaginable anguish.

　But that doesn't matter to Kalia. Only one thing mattered. She says, biting down on the numbness that runs through her gums. There was too much heat in my palm.

"If you want to talk about things with words, be a poet. That's not what I believe in.

　Kalia's lips rippled as she squeezed the heat in her palms, squeezing the words of the giant king. The heat in her palm responded to Caria's words, shaking itself in the empty space, forming a shape.

　Instantly, a sound that tickled her ears caressed her ears. It was a voice that seemed to be on the verge of fading away, unlike the scream she had just heard.

　--Now my mythology is exhausted. Little giant. I hope you will never fall to the ground.


　I hope you never fall to the ground.


　It's a greatsword reminiscent of a claymore. It is a sword reminiscent of a claymore, with a color of dense black scarlet like blood that distorts the eyes of all who see it.

　The whole thing is coated with a hard coating, giving it a dull appearance that makes you wonder if it really has a blade. At first glance, it is no longer a sword, but an iron pillar. A figure that could easily exceed the height of a man.

　The swordsman will say, this is no sword. The adventurer will say, this is not a weapon wielded by a man. It is not a tool to be wielded by man.

　Heretical to the point of humanity. It cannot be called a weapon at all.

　That's why the woman who wielded it with such ease, Karia Vadnick, was no longer a human being. The air stirred and sobbed in response to the movement of the great sword.

　It was the golden eyes that first noticed the strangeness of the greatsword.

　Altius's eyes widened to the point where he almost stopped breathing, and the golden thread that was creeping out of his fingertips reflexively lowered its head.

"Frim, Surat--

　A voice filled with pure astonishment. It was the first sound Altius had ever heard.



　I see a great sword of heresy. I've never seen it, nor do I remember making it. But Altius is not so foolish as to not know what lies at its source.

　Flimsulat, king of the giants, the source.

　There's no mistaking it. Much different in form, but symbolic of the giant king who once crushed the nations of men in a single night. The mallet that crushed the world that tormented you to the end.

　And the only thing that proves the existence of Flimsulat. Why does Kalia Vadnick have it?

　The original is the source of the demon's power and the proof of his existence.

　I'm not sure what to make of it, but I'm sure it's a good idea. What awaits you is the disappearance of the existence that Daimons and Demons fear more than anything else.

　Not even death, but the end of emptiness.

　That king of giants, the ultimate in arrogance, accepted it. He entrusted everything to his bloodline. Altius stomped his foot on the ground as he came to that conclusion.

　Upset or dismayed? For a moment, the golden thread held him in mid-air. A breathtaking pause, indeed.

　But to the recorder of all things, it was a moment that seemed like an eternity.

　The purple lightning drew a circle, cutting off the threads that had been stretched out over and over. The green, bloodstained uniforms were only a step away.

　Lugis, the great evil one. A man who wields his own spirit.

.

　I could see that he was opening his mouth, even his eyelids were covered with blood. He seemed to be saying something to Alueno. In response, Altius' lips rippled for a moment. No, it must have been Alueno's will.

　Altius narrowed his eyes and shook his fingertips.

　His arm still doesn't reach me. No, it can't reach me. That's not how it's supposed to work. It's impossible.

　But he was never supposed to even come close to you. And now he's within earshot. Is it Oufru who is the source of this? Or is it himself?

　After a moment of contemplation, Altius opened his eyes. There was a flash of black and scarlet before him. Caria's silver hair stood out against it.

　The King of Giants. The source material swung up toward the sky, engulfing the surrounding space. In this Great Temple, the sacred ground of the giants, it became a raging storm, showing its fangs as if it had gained vitality for the first time in a long time. A temple like the Great Temple would be easily crushed.

　It's a bit of a script-breaker. Artius' eyes twisted.

　The original of Flimsulat is ruin itself. A will that tears apart the earth. And it's wielded without a single hesitation.

　--The Myth of the Titans (Flimsulat)

　The ancient myth became a flash of black and scarlet and engulfed the Great Temple.