Before the black vortex had begun to glow, there were two giants who clashed with their axes at formidable speeds in the middle of the brutal carnage.

Clang! Clang! Clang!

They were the two largest and strongest of the warriors.

The white fur coat was stained with blood, and the black fur coat was smeared with flesh.

“Thrymrrr!”

“Thjaziii!”

The shouts of the two giants pierced through the heat of the battlefield and echoed in the air.

Clang!

The four axes collided at the same time again, and sparks flew through the air while blood poured down like rain.

“You’ve gotten stronger!” Thrymr shouted.

“You’ve stayed the same!” Thjazi laughed.

Squelch!

However, a huge wound appeared on Thjazi’s shoulder right after.

Thrymr hadn’t progressed at all, while Thjazi had grown stronger.

Nevertheless, Thjazi still wondered if he still wasn't able to reach the other giant. His face contorted in pain.

Thrymr had been hailed as one of the strongest warriors in all of the tribes of the frost giants. He had been an honorable warrior and was spoken about with respect regardless of who mentioned him.

“Why?! Why did you betray your people?!” Thjazi screamed, asking Thrymr a question he had never asked before.

Squelch!

The ax wasn’t a weapon made for slicing flesh. It...