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.
