Chapter 108: Final Clash (5)
They weren’t giving Alex a single breath.
Every second in the air felt like walking a tightrope in a hurricane made of stone and steel. The four remaining giants—archer, axe, greatsword, and shield—moved in terrifying harmony, as if they shared the same pulse. Each was a towering embodiment of destruction, their massive forms rumbling across the battlefield like moving mountains. And Khepri—he was no longer just an opponent.
He was the storm’s conductor.
Every time Alex locked onto a core—those glowing, pulsing hearts buried within the stone titans, always shielded but not invulnerable—he found hope. The flash of a crystal through a cracked plate, the stutter in a guard’s movement, the overreach of a blade—
But it was a lie.
Because Khepri was always there.
He danced across the giants as though the battlefield were his stage. He moved with eerie grace—not fast, but inevitable, like gravity. Every step is calculated. Every leap was decisive. He didn’t react—he anticipated. And his Khopesh wasn’t just a weapon, it became an extension of him.
Alex would spot an opening, and just before his katana would reach its target—
CLANG!
Steel kissed steel. Sparks flew like fireflies in a storm. Khepri’s blade would intercept, cutting the moment in two. And then the giants would strike in unison, like wolves sensing weakness.
Every airborne move Alex made now felt like a death sentence.