Accompanying the ancient and authoritative deep voice that fell, on the left side at the end of the banquet hall, a luxurious scarlet velvet carpet extended out, emitting a dazzling magical glow.
Heavy and powerful footsteps resounded, and a robust giant figure holding a scepter strode onto the red carpet, surrounded by a group of giant attendants, with a surge of massive energy waves echoing out.
It was a very old-looking Giant King, with a bronze face covered in crisscrossed wrinkles and scars, and thick graying beards braided with mithril threads extending down to his giant ears.
The golden crown on the old king's forehead shone brightly, complementing the splendid dark gold robe he wore, reflecting an expressionless old face and a pair of clouded old eyes filled with a murderous air.
In contrast to his aged appearance, his giant body was robust and tall, with conspicuous muscle contours even through the robe, in no way inferior to Rax and Bisos.
"Greetings, my King!"
