Chapter 69: The giants statues
Stephan had braced for slow inevitability, the way giants lumbered, trading speed for weight. He’d fought enough big things to expect the ponderous swing, the easy telegraphed blow. What he hadn’t planned on was speed that felt like a lie: impossible, sudden, and perfectly precise.
One of the swords cleaved where his head had been a breath before. He twisted his body, the blade singing past his ear; the air screamed like a wound. The stone under his boots didn’t explode into chunks the way it had when the commander’s charge hit, but it shuddered, thick, seismic vibrations rolling out in concentric rings. The mountain itself seemed built of something that laughed at impact.
He spat blood onto the cracked flagstone and grinned through it. "Not slow then," he muttered, planting his feet and tasting the metal in his mouth. The Ossuary Sword felt heavier and hungrier in his hand, its black fire coiling along the edge like a living thing.
The nearer statue reared and came down again, faster than it had any right to be. Stephan ducked, rolled, and used the momentum to launch himself up the great sword’s haft, metal rang under his boot as he sprinted up the blade like it was a ramp. For a second they were eye to eye: his scarred face and the statue’s hollow sockets burning with that ancient rune-glow.
"Try not to die, mortal, before you even set me free," the woman called, voice sliding through the hall like cold oil. Her tone was amused and bored.
Stephan laughed, a harsh, single sound, and pushed off, slamming his knee into the statue’s plated jaw. Stone shattered. Sparks of rune-fire scattered like insects. The giant staggered, a hairline fracture spreading along its cheekplate.
That bought him a moment. He felt the mountain’s pressure at his back and the throne’s chains humming like a heartbeat. This fight wasn’t just about strength or speed, it was rhythm. Find the rhythm, break the rhyme, and the mountain might cough up its secret.
He planted his feet, centered himself, and let the Ossuary’s black flame rise. The air around his fists thickened. Whatever the woman had promised, power, glory, a throne, was still on the table. He wasn’t dying in some chained queen’s parlor-room.
He ducked another swing and carved a fresh gouge down the statue’s arm, bone-fragments and obsidian dust spitting into the torchlight.
Both titans lunged in unison, stone and rune-light blurring into motion.
The first statue raised its colossal leg and brought it down like a hammer, the rush of displaced air alone enough to rattle Stephan’s bones. He threw himself sideways at the last instant, boots skidding across the polished black stone floor. The crash shook the chamber, dust billowing from the ceiling like ash from a volcano.
But he had no time to recover, because the second giant was already there. Its sword, easily the size of a ship’s mast, howled downward in a diagonal slash meant to split him in two. Instinct screamed louder than thought. Stephan whipped his Ossuary Sword up to intercept.
Steel met enchanted stone.
The impact detonated like thunder. Black fire hissed against glowing rune-lines, sparks raining in a violent shower. The shockwave blasted through the hall, torches along the walls guttering wildly, purple flame bending sideways under the force.
Then came the weight. The sheer pressure of the blow overpowered him, crushed through his stance, drove him back. His boots carved trenches in the floor as he slid, and then the resistance broke.
Stephan was hurled like a ragdoll. His back slammed into the mountain wall with bone-shaking violence, cracks spider-webbing out from the point of impact. Dust and fragments of stone rained down around him, his lungs seized, and for a heartbeat the world was nothing but ringing silence.
[SYSTEM ALERT]
[Damage Registered: 62%]
[Status: Fractured Ribs | Internal Trauma Detected]
[Soul Energy: 85%]
Stephan staggered against the wall, coughing up blood that dripped dark and sticky onto the black stone floor. His chest burned with every breath, each inhale stabbing like shards of glass.
"Shit..." he hissed through clenched teeth. "I can’t keep taking hits like that. One more direct blow and I’m finished."
From her throne, the woman’s voice slithered across the hall, mocking and melodic. "Pathetic. I had thought you might be different, mortal. Yet you crumble under the weight of mere statues."
Stephan wiped the blood from his lips, eyes narrowing. Weak? Did she really call those things weak?The sheer force behind their strikes was monstrous. High E-rank... maybe even D. Fast. Strong. Coordinated. And she dismisses them like nothing...
His lips curled into a dark grin. "You talk too much, lady."
Despite the ache in his ribs, he straightened, forcing his body to obey. His neck cracked as he rolled it, muscles taut with pain and defiance. "I’m just getting warmed up."
The giants advanced, runes glowing hotter with each step, their shadows swallowing the chamber. Stephan’s gaze sharpened. Strength-wise, they’ve got me beat. If I meet them head-on, I’ll get crushed. Which means I’ve only got one option... speed. I’ll cut them down before their blades ever touch me.
But then the sharp stab in his side reminded him of reality, his ribs screamed, his breath rattled, his body was breaking apart under the strain. He needed more.
Much more.
His grip tightened on the Ossuary Sword. Fine then... if my body won’t hold out, I’ll burn souls instead.
SOULFORGED WILL — ACTIVATED]
• Channel the latent power of consumed souls.
• Effect: Accelerated regeneration of wounds.
• +30% temporary increase in combat strength.
• Partial restoration of Soul Energy.
• Cost: Permanently burn fragments of stored souls.
[Warning: Limited Resource]
[Souls in Reserve: 541]
[Activation Cost: 5 souls per surge]
Stephan exhaled sharply as black fire surged from his chest, crawling along his veins like molten chains. The pain in his ribs eased, bones knitting with a searing heat that felt both agonizing and liberating. His breathing steadied, power flooding his limbs.
"Soulforged Will..." he muttered, eyes glowing faintly as his aura flared. "Alright... let’s see how strong you stone bastards really are."
The chamber quaked with tension. The statues tightened their grip on their weapons. The chained woman leaned forward, eyes gleaming with cruel anticipation.
"So... you can regenerate too?" The woman’s voice slithered out from the throne, the sound carrying equal parts intrigue and malice. Her smile widened, sharp and knowing. "Interesting..."
Stephan rolled his shoulders as the black fire crawled across his veins, dulling the pain in his ribs. His aura burned brighter, tendrils of shadow-flame licking off his frame. He cracked his neck, Ossuary Sword gleaming with hungry light.
The statues shifted in unison, heavy blades dragging sparks across the stone. Their sheer size dwarfed him, each was a mountain of obsidian given form, runes pulsing like veins of molten iron.
Stephan grinned despite himself. Brute force, huh? Then I’ll make you choke on your own weight.
The first giant lunged, sword sweeping horizontally like a storm meant to cleave mountains. Stephan was already moving. His body blurred, boots skidding across the stone floor as he slipped under the strike. The wind of the swing alone howled past his ears, threatening to pull him off balance. He darted forward, dragging his blade across the statue’s ankle. Sparks flew, black stone chipped, but the cut barely scratched it.
"Tch...figures." He twisted away as the second statue’s massive fist came crashing down, the ground trembling like thunder. Shards of stone sprayed outward, pelting his back.
He vaulted off the wall, his speed building with every step, every heartbeat fueled by Soulforged Will. The statues were strong, yes, but sluggish compared to him. Each swing carved shockwaves into the chamber, yet none of them could quite touch him.
"Too slow!" he barked, sliding between the legs of one as its blade slammed down behind him.
The chamber quaked with every miss. The floor didn’t break, but it shook like a living thing groaning under pressure. Dust cascaded from the ceiling. The chained woman chuckled softly, her nails tapping the throne’s armrest in rhythm with the giants’ strikes.
"You dance well, mortal," she purred. "But let’s see how long your little flame lasts before it burns out."
Stephan ignored her, eyes locked on the giants. His breathing steadied into a rhythm, his focus sharp as a razor. Speed over strength. Cut them down before they ever touch me. That’s the only way.
The first giant raised its blade high overhead, both hands gripping the hilt like an executioner. Stephan dashed forward, aura flaring black, and leapt straight up toward the statue’s face. The massive sword came crashing down just as he flipped backward in midair, his Ossuary Sword already igniting with soul-fire.
"Whip Lash!" he roared.
A black crescent of flame tore through the air, writhing like a burning serpent. It smashed into the statue’s head with explosive force. The impact echoed through the hall like a cannon blast, the sound so sharp it rattled the very chains that bound the woman.
The giant’s face cracked.Stone split apart, glowing fissures racing across its skull like veins of fire. The runes dimmed, sputtering, as the colossus staggered. It dropped to one knee, stone groaning, half its head sheared away by the black inferno.
Stephan landed lightly on his feet, sliding back across the stone. His sword still hissed with remnants of flame, his chest heaving from the exertion. "One down..." he muttered, eyes narrowing. "One more to go."
But the statue didn’t fall. Not yet.
The towering figure shuddered, its headless frame trembling as though resisting death itself. The remaining runes blazed brighter, red and violent, as if enraged by its wound. Its sword lifted again, slower this time, but charged with unnatural fury.
The second statue roared to life as well, runes flaring in sympathy, and both titans turned their glowing gazes back on Stephan.
On the throne, the chained woman’s laughter rose, echoing like silk torn over steel. "Oh, mortal... you’ve only made them angry."
Stephan’s grip tightened on his blade as the ground shook with their renewed steps. His black aura flared, eyes burning with resolve.