Chapter 106: Final Clash (3)
Khepri stood still atop the stone shoulder of the archer-giant, his golden robe fluttering slightly in the dusty wind stirred by the chaos below. His gaze remained fixed on the battlefield, watching with an unreadable expression as the spear-wielder collapsed in a cascade of crumbling stone, its core obliterated by that boy’s unnatural precision.
A deep, slow breath escaped his lips.
He could hardly claim surprise at the inevitable downfall of the giants. In truth, he recognized that the boy was no ordinary, reckless youth wielding a vengeance-soaked blade. There was a fierce, calculating intelligence behind the boy’s eyes, a meticulous awareness that encompassed everything around him. He had anticipated this moment, had even braced himself for the loss of one or two giants in the fray. But this? This swift, clean decimation was beyond anything he had envisioned.
What struck him most was the sight of the boy, appearing almost unscathed amid the chaos. His sharp gaze narrowed as he took in the scene before him. The only significant injury Alex had suffered came from the archer-giant’s initial assault—a shot that had been expertly deflected, leaving behind only a suggestion of harm.
The charred skin and the minor trickle of blood? Mere remnants, as already the boy’s body was rapidly mending itself, with the help of the suit. Now, he moved with a fluidity and speed reminiscent of the first moments of battle, each motion a testament to his resilience and skill."The boy his starting to annoy me," Khepri murmured under his breath, more to himself than anyone else.
Below, the battle had escalated.
Alex darted between titans, lightning trailing behind him like the tail of a wrathful comet. He was already trading blows with the greatsword-wielding giant, whose massive cleaver-like blade was easily the length of a tower. The force behind each swing could fell a forest, yet Alex moved with such speed and control that it was almost insulting. He spun around each strike, sometimes using his platforms to launch off the surrounding stone terrain, slicing at the giant’s sides or deflecting its blade with concentrated bursts of thunder.
But it wasn’t just the greatsword wielder who was present.
The shield-bearing colossus had now entered the fray, its towering shield covered in earth runes of layered defense. With it, the tide was supposed to turn. Together, the two were designed for synergy—offense and defense personified, sword and bastion.
Yet the moment the shield-wielder joined, Alex immediately adjusted.
He didn’t waste time exchanging power. He didn’t bother going for limbs or obvious targets. Khepri watched as the boy’s golden eyes flicked, calculating, and within seconds, his strikes subtly shifted—angled, sharp, deliberate.