Chapter 68: Bits of Truth
The ghoul stood three times taller than the tallest human. Its giant, elongated front limbs brushed the ground, bulging with muscle and veins, and its hind legs were no different.
It was overwhelming. Had it made its way to the city unnoticed, it wouldn’t have needed help with the walls—it would’ve shattered them with ease.
"I thought giants were myths... How is she doing this?" Medora asked, their head slightly tilted upward.
"I don’t care... Let’s kill it." Rhea said, looking happier than ever.
They all nodded in unison and dashed toward it. It was a giant, alright—clearly radiating enormous physical strength at a glance—but in the end, it was still a ghoul: the weakest demonic monster of them all.
The ghoul’s strikes were fast—for a giant—but luckily for them, it swung without purpose, like a blind, senseless creature lashing out aimlessly at the sky.
Daylan moved around it like mist itself, striking the same spot on its neck repeatedly to break through its tough skin, while Medora scorched its legs with flames—intensifying them over and over—dodging its aimless attacks.
Rhea, on the other hand, waited patiently—watching for the exact moment the ghoul would lose its balance and fall backward. With her metallic gloves, she was ready to deliver the final strike.
It didn’t take long for the giant to start falling. Its throat was slit—though not completely—and the flames had begun to eat through it, making it impossible to stay upright.
Rhea waited patiently for her cue, a smirk on her face. The moment the ghoul was within reach, she gathered every ounce of strength and drove a powerful strike into its spine—tearing all the way through to its belly.
Its entrails splattered everywhere along with the blood, drenching them as Rhea stood atop the corpse, a smirk on her face and cheerful screams escaping her lips.