In the sea of writhing flesh and bloody steel, we stood
on an island of unmoving corpses. The man across from me was a head taller than
any other I had seen and was bound with bronzed muscles. He stalked towards me
like a great cat testing an unfamiliar branch, reaching out with his foot to examine
the surety of his step. His giant arms seemed to vibrate in anticipation of our
meeting. As he neared I saw that he had no face, only a black void lit by two
red eyes. Red like the color of the rising sun.
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