Love Letter From The Future

My whole body trembled like a corpse on the verge of death. Even so, I still clung to the Corpse Giant’s forehead. If anything, I tightened my grip on its head.

I couldn't let go now.

Some way or the other, I had to see it through to the end.

Thus, the relentless, stubborn hatchet strikes continued.

Thwack, Thwack, Thwack.

With each swing of the hatchet, blood splattered and soaked my skin.

Before long, silver cracks began to appear on the Corpse Giant's head.

They were just small fissures at first but, as time went on, they increased in number and depth.

The current Corpse Giant was not the same one that seemed impossible to defeat.