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Ch. 65 Ashes and Silence

작가: Jon Klement
last update 최신 업데이트: 2025-05-31 20:07:23

The Giant of Kandahar moved like a collapsing building, slow, inevitable, every step cracking the earth beneath it. When it roared, the sky trembled. The storm above responded, winds howling louder, Dirt curling into tornadoes of memory and malice.

Mont didn’t flinch. He stood there, shoulders squared, rifle slung across his back like it was just another tool, not his lifeline. Beside him, the Green Man shimmered, not with light, but with presence. Like a thousand leaves stirring at once, he felt ancient, rooted to the world and beyond it.

“Now,” Mont said.

And they charged.

The Giant swung first. Its arm, thick as a truck axle, slammed into the town square, shattering concrete and throwing debris like shrapnel. Mont rolled under it, came up firing. The shots sparked off the thing’s skin, but they got its attention.

The Green Man moved like a whip of vines, wrapping one of the Giant’s legs in glowing green tendrils. The earth itself seemed to groan with the strain.

From the rooftop of
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