Chapter 694: The Half-Giant and the Death Eaters
Even for a Giant, the neck was a vulnerable spot. With Golgomath unconscious, Kyle's spell sliced through effortlessly.
Newt, observing the scene, let out a silent sigh.
A moment earlier, he had tried to stop Kyle. Giants were rare, and every death reduced their already dwindling numbers. He had wanted to convince Kyle to reconsider, especially since Golgomath had seemed ready to admit defeat before losing consciousness. Perhaps, left alive, he might have abandoned this mission entirely and retreated.
But it was too late for that now.
"This is the safest way," Kyle said, as if reading Newt's thoughts. He shrugged and added, "Hagrid mentioned that Golgomath is naturally violent and has strong ties to the Death Eaters. Letting him go this time would only risk more trouble later."
"And after this incident, You-Know-Who will likely pay closer attention to the Giants' situation. If we wait, it'll only get harder to handle."
"I know," Newt said softly.
He understood Kyle was right—it was the safest option. But his instincts, honed over years of seeking peace and coexistence, had pushed him to try stopping Kyle. After living a quiet life for so long, age had made him more sentimental, less decisive than the younger generation.
"Do what you think is best," Newt said, resting a hand on Kyle's shoulder.
As they spoke, the thick fog dissipated further.
The nearby Giants soon spotted a rounded object lying on the ground. When they realized it was the head of their Gurg, they let out roars of terror and anguish.