Chapter 220: The Story’s Epilogue

Chapter 220: The Story’s Epilogue

“Groselle!”

The Punishment Knight Longzel, who was closest to the giant, ran forward and supported Groselle. Then, little by little, he loosened his hands and slowly straightened, as if he had just lived through a bewildering dream.

Siatas broke free from Mobet’s support and, paying no attention to the pain in her body, used the wind’s push to run quickly to Groselle’s side.

She bent down and carefully observed him for a while. Then she pushed him, shouting herself hoarse.

“Wake up! Wake up!

“We should leave!”

Her voice gradually weakened, then slowly fell silent.

Mobet stood beside them. He watched the giant’s body sway, unable to keep its balance, before finally falling to the ground with a thud.

He remained silent for a few seconds, then slowly exhaled.

At that moment, Anderson and Edwina had already run over to the frozen ascetic Snowman. One used flames while the other simulated holy light, helping him rapidly thaw. Klein alone, having been nearby, arrived directly beside Groselle.

His vision of Spirit Body Threads told him that the giant had already died. Only his spirit remained, and even that had begun dissipating. This meant Klein’s damage-transference ability had no way to take effect.

From the moment Groselle began burning with dawn radiance and held the frost dragon back a second time, he had probably already prepared himself for death… Klein fell silent.

Mobet glanced at him and smiled bitterly.

“To be frank, I haven’t seen many giants. Most of my impressions come from books, teachers, and my parents. I always believed this race to be cruel and violent, closer to monsters than intelligent beings. But Groselle was not like that. He was frank, honest, and optimistic. He looked a little foolish, but he understood better than anyone what was right and what was wrong.

“He told me that this was because he was not one of the most ancient giants, not even of the second or third generation… Cruel, tyrannical, mad giants still possessed the instinct to mate, and would produce descendants. Among those descendants, more rational types would appear from time to time. Those descendants then produced their own descendants, and so the giant race as a whole moved farther and farther away from the category of monsters.

“Heh. I don’t know whether I should believe him, but his existence proves such a possibility…”

As Mobet spoke, he suddenly paused, seeming to fall into memories of the past.

By then, Edwina and Anderson had helped Snowman, whose body was still visibly stiff, approach. The ascetic struggled, then walked to Groselle’s side.

Looking at that closed single eye, Snowman drew a symbol similar to a cross over his chest, half-closed his eyes, and began praying in a low voice.

“Father of all things, great source, here is an honest and pure spirit… May he enter Your kingdom and receive eternal salvation…”

Siatas opened her mouth, seeming to want to say that Groselle believed in the Giant King Aurmir. But in the end, she said nothing. She silently watched Snowman complete the prayer.

“We must leave as quickly as possible. No one knows how long that door will last!” the elven singer said, looking around. Because of grief and pain, she appeared rather irritable.

She lowered her head and looked at the giant again, then added in a low voice, “We cannot let Groselle’s spirit dissipate in this illusory world. We must let him return to reality!”

“Good,” Mobet immediately agreed. Klein and the others naturally had no objections.

Edwina turned toward the ice-and-snow-covered cave and called, “Danitz, you can come out.”

At that moment, Siatas’s eyes shifted, as if she had thought of something. She turned her head toward Klein.

“Do you have paper and pen?”

“Yes.” Klein took out the fountain pen and notepaper he carried with him. It was the professional habit of a Seer.

Siatas accepted them and began writing rapidly. She still had not stopped when Danitz ran out of the…