Beyond the collapsing hall, the sight could not be contained. From the capital, the towering, fifty meter Gigante rose into view, her colossal form tearing through the palace structure. The blank night sky itself seemed to became even more dark as her massive frame just block the full moon.
The sleeping city awakened in terror. Citizens rushed into the streets, eyes wide as they beheld the monstrous silhouette looming over the palace.
"War… is it war again!?"
"Wha— what is that!?"
"Is that… the Gigante!? But they said their kind were in the skies! Why are they here!?"
Panic rippled through the crowd. Mothers clutched their children, pulling them close.
Yet the men did not reach for weapons. Instead, they raised their fists, gripping them tight.
Their eyes turned toward the palace… not with despair, but with unshaken faith.
"Our King is there…"
"And the Prince… the new Dragonborn…"
"With them… no Primordial blooded being can stand against our kingdom…"
