Roel felt like his emotions had just been put through an intense roller coaster ride.

He had already mentally prepared himself for whatever responses Grandar could give him before he came here, but instead, he was taught a lesson that it was impossible to be prepared for everything.

He was still worrying about Grandar being unable to participate in the upcoming battles just a second ago when the latter suddenly dropped a bomb on him.

Grandar killed the Savior? Whats going on?!

Roel stared at the skeleton giant with bulging golden eyes. He had just heard something so unbelievable that he found himself at an utterly loss for words. Many doubts surfaced in his mind.

He did have some notion about what kind of existence the Savior was despite having never personally experiencing His might. It was stated in the historical records that the Savior was a being that towered above the gods. His descent into depravity had spread chaos all over the world, and even the powerful angels and dragons were unable to escape from his influence.

It was impossible to overestimate just how powerful the Savior was.

While Grandar was also strong in his own rights, he didnt stand a chance against a being of the Saviors caliber.

Not to mention, the Giant Sovereigns claim that he had killed the Savior was implausible. Even now, the Savior was still alive and spreading his depravity around the world, evident in the invasion of the deviants and the Fallens terrorism.

Many races had to make huge sacrifices in order to quell the calamities induced by the Savior. In fact, the Chaos Dream that Astrid Arde had been protecting was made with the sole purpose of keeping the Savior asleep. Given so, how could the Savior possibly be dead?

Roel looked at Grandar with questioning eyes, but he didnt refute the latters words. While he was doubtful of the claim, he knew from prideful skeleton giants personality that he wasnt the type of brag. If he said that he had killed the Savior, it must have happened one way or another.

So, what could the cause of the discrepenacy here be?

With such a question in mind, Roel patiently waited for the Giant Sovereign to continue his story. Seemingly aware of the inconsistencies in his claims, Grandar paused for a brief moment before elaborating on.

I did kill the Savior, but only His body.

His body?

Yes. You can think of His body as a part of Him, replied Grandar.

Roels eyes turned feverish as he realized that Grandar might know a way to deal with the Savior and the Mother Goddess. So, he anxiously enquired about the details, but the latter shook his head.

I dont remember the details of the battle anymore, but I am certain that I didnt remember it wrongly. It was a tough battle, and it was also my final one, Grandar remarked with a sigh.

He cast a sweeping glance at his surroundings before sharing the memory he had recalled.

While I have told you that I killed the Savior, I didnt do so under normal circumstances. He has already fallen into depravity by then.

Did you turn against the Savior because of His descent into depravity?

You can say so, but it wasnt just me. My old comrades participated in the battle too, but they collapsed under the powers of the depraved Savior. It was under everyones joint effort that we eventually destroyed the Saviors body. All I did was to unleash the final strike.

Grandar gazed at the distant setting sun as he downplayed the role he took in the battle. After hearing the story, Roel finally understood the significance of Grandars realm.

As a hobbyist historian, Roel had a deep interest in the crimson plain that the Giant Sovereign dwelled in. The gigantic corpses partially buried in sand and the damaged swords indicated that it was the ruins of an ancient battlefield of the giants. However, what was perplexing about this was the absence of any enemies in the vicinity.

Every single one of the corpses lying around belonged to the giants.

This led him into thinking that the giants had staged an uprising against Grandar, the Giant Sovereign, and the latter ended up dying in the rebellion. However, he knew now that his previous speculation was off the mark.

This crimson plain was actually the battlefield between the giants and the depraved Savior.

That grim battle had dyed the land crimson with the blood of the giant warriors, and their ruler went into eternal rest. Even so, they still achieved an unprecedented feat that no one had in the history of the Sia Continent.

WIth the power of a single race, they actually defeated the unimaginably powerful Savior and destroyed His body. This was a miracle in itself. However, they had to pay an extremely heavy price for that.

Roel had never understood why the powerful giants had gone extinct so early on.

Admittedly, the environment changes in the Sia Continent over time was hostile to the ancient races, making their eventual downfall inevitable. Even so, the dragons and the angels lasted much longer than the giants despite being in the same position.

But now, he finally knew the reason behind thatmost of them had fallen on this battlefield.

True to their tenacious nature as a race of proud warriors, the giants refused to surrender despite being up against an enemy whom they hardly stood a chance against. Again and again, they fearlessly charged at the supreme being beyond their reach, only to collapse in droves under the setting sun. Their sacrifices wasnt futile, however, as it paved the way for their ruler to unleash a decisive strike and clinch victory.

But at the same time, it also marked the end of their kind.

It was much more difficult for ancient races in the legends to reproduce as compared to humans. Losing so many people in a single battle had effectively doomed them to extinction.

There was just one last question in Roels mindwhy did the giants have to single-handedly accomplish the nigh impossible mission of defeating the Savior?

The other intelligent races such as the dragons and the angels should have realized the dangers of the depraved Savior. It was improbable for them to be so short-sighted as to leave the giants to fight their own devices. After all, it wouldnt take a genius to figure out that they would be next after the giants fell.

Are there reasons as to why the other races didnt make a move?

Unable to figure out an answer to that question, Roel raised his head and posed the question to Grandar.

Youre asking about the dragons and the angels? Yes, they arent able to make a move.

Why?

Because they cant come close to the Saviors body. They would succumb to depravity and lose their minds.

Grandar took a brief moment to recollect his thoughts before he elaborated on.

The severity of the Saviors corruption varies across the races. The effects of the Saviors depraved whispers on us were mild compared to the other races who had contracted with the Savior much earlier on.

Youre saying that the giants are least affected by the Saviors depravity as compared to the other ancient races?

Yes. We were strong back then. We didnt have to side with anyone, which was why the terms of our contract with the Savior were loose. Thats why we were able to retain our rationality in spite of the Saviors corruption of depravity. Nevertheless, if we failed to destroy the Saviors body, its only a matter of time before we caved in too.

Grandar gazed at the distant setting sun and sighed softly. His voice seemed to carry the vicissitudes of life.

That was our final chance. If we couldnt defeat the Savior, all of us would have been consumed by his insanity. It was a relief that we eventually accomplished our mission.

In other words, the Savior who is sleeping inside the Chaos Dream is a soul without a body?

Thats right. However, the loss of a body isnt a problem to the Savior. Hell have a way to recover it if He ever fully awakens from His slumber.

Roels face turned grave. He didnt think that the Savior would be such a troublesome enemy.

The laws of the Sia Continent dictated that a living being ceased to exist upon the death of its body, and this held true even for gods like Grandar. Yet, the essence of the Saviors existence appeared to be His soul instead.

Roel had never been able to comprehend all the talk about how the Mother Goddess and the Savior were beings that transcended the gods. The notion of it was simply too vague to him. However, he was now wondering if the difference between Them and the other gods in their souls.

Even after losing His body and falling into a deep sleep, the Savior continued to exert tremendous influence on the world, which hinted at how powerful His soul was.

This definitely wasnt good news to Roel since he possessed no means of vanquishing a soul. His forehead scrunched into a frown, but a moment later, he shook his head.

He would later devote his time to investigate the new information he had just uncovered on the Savior, but he hadnt forgotten his primary goal for coming here. His lips curled upward as he raised his head to look at Grandar.

It looks like our goals coincide, Grandar.

I guess this is fate. If He ever awakens, Ill make the same decision as I did back then.

You mean smash him into pieces?

Thats right.

Grandars response was so calm that he could have very well been talking about whats on for breakfast instead. Roel sighed softly.

You wont have your comrades with you this time around. Are you still going to challenge Him despite that?

Sealing the Savior is the greatest achievement of us, giants. I must fight for our glory and I do have my comrade with me.

Grandar stared straight at Roel with his glowing eyes as he spoke with a confident voice. Naturally, Roel understood what he was getting at too.

Youre talking about me? Im happy to hear that, and I do see you as my comrade too, but Im all but one person. This pales in comparison to the warriors who have once followed you, no?

Not at all. Grandar shook his head. He looked at Roel and earnestly spoke, With you, Ill become far stronger than I used to be. You are no longer the same person that you were when we first contracted. Youre already a powerhouse now.

Grandar spoke in a tone filled with a warriors respect and acknowledgment. Those were rare words of affirmation from the Giant Sovereign.

Stunned, Roel fell silent. He recalled all of the difficulties he had faced in his arduous journey before he quietly nodded, choosing to accept his comrades compliment. He thought about the terrifying enemy that they were going to up against, and a fearless smile formed on his face.

I see. Lets remake history together then, this time with just the two of us.

Mmhm.

The black-haired man and the towering skeleton giant met eyes and exchanged smiles, sealing a promise between the two of them.

A gale blew across the crimson plain as the setting sun started to blur out. As the surroundings gradually distorted, Roel bade his farewell. Under Grandars watch, he slowly closed his eyes.