"How many years..."
Old White said softly.
Almost no one could hear what he was saying.
But everyone could see what he was doing.
The silver brilliance that shot up into the sky lacked the usual burning blood-red edge released during spell casting, replaced instead by a dazzling silver that spanned across the swamp.
Old White slowly sheathed his silver sword, and the sharpness in his eyes once again turned as placid as an ancient well.
However, that was enough.
For the Barbarians now, wasn't it like being in Hell?
A filthy stream of blood burst forth like a small waterfall, a massive amount of blood washing down, and that silver brilliance that seemed to tear through space chopped off the limbs of the Titan Giant who was mountainous in size.
Along with that, the command ship it had tried to carry away was cut in two.
The body slowly tilted, and the giant arms, sticking with flesh, tore from the shoulders and eventually plunged into the swamp.
