The Soul Forger rolled his massive shoulders, seemingly savoring his freedom.
"Tell me, Axel," the ancient being rumbled, "are you accustomed to battling creatures of my size? Most humans quiver at the mere sight of beings like me."
"I've had my fair share of battles against against giants things like you. But you know, size rarely determines the outcome."
Rel's grip on his sword remained steady, his stance relaxed yet alert.
A smile spread across the Soul Forger's face.
Something about Rel's answer seemed to please him immensely.
'If I had ever met a human just like him...' the Soul Forger thought to himself, his ancient mind traveling back through countless centuries.
He paused, considering whether he wanted to follow the prophet of the stars as foretold in the ancient texts, but the realization struck him with sudden clarity.
It was already too late.
The prophet of the fallen star had been broken since then, shattered across by forces even he couldn't comprehend.
