They weren't giving Alex a single breath.
Every second in the air felt like walking a tightrope in a hurricane made of stone and steel. The four remaining giants—archer, axe, greatsword, and shield—moved in terrifying harmony, as if they shared the same pulse. Each was a towering embodiment of destruction, their massive forms rumbling across the battlefield like moving mountains. And Khepri—he was no longer just an opponent.
He was the storm's conductor.
Every time Alex locked onto a core—those glowing, pulsing hearts buried within the stone titans, always shielded but not invulnerable—he found hope. The flash of a crystal through a cracked plate, the stutter in a guard's movement, the overreach of a blade—
But it was a lie.
Because Khepri was always there.
