Chapter 55
The giant looked strange.
Allen had laid eyes on the remains of one before. Though bones were all he'd seen, those alone were enough to know that the being who had left them behind was a giant.
But the giant before him was different from what he'd imagined.
Its eyes, nose, and mouth were all threaded together with half-taut threads. The sights visible through the gaps in the thread were horrible. Scattered across the enormous body were abundant traces of failed sutures and surgeries, and—most notably of all—the giant didn't have just two arms.
There were six in total.
Considering the appearance of the remains he'd seen before, the giant present before him now was surely an impossible sight. It could be that this was some variant of giant that Allen did not know of, but he put such a possibility aside.
If it weren't impossible, Vestla wouldn't have reacted like that.
Allen glanced down and checked on her.
⟬Ah.⟭