Goan had been moving slowly toward Genom, taking his time and resting in Tian, but he was abruptly halted by an unexpected sight. Kho and his small army were returning, and Goan's rage flared instantly. How dare this trash of a Demi Giant still be alive? Hadn't he been ordered to die alongside the Dwarfs? This was an unforgivable act of defiance.
As Kho and his army approached, Goan's fury intensified. In the past, he had been disappointed by his son's failures, but now it was different. Kho had returned from the Dwarf Kingdom—not as the weakling he once was, but a new version of himself, stronger, with a new sense of purpose. The soldiers around him exuded power, something that was unmistakable even from a distance.
Goan advanced toward his son, anger in his eyes, but Kho didn't flinch. Unlike before, where he had desperately sought his father's approval, Kho now saw that it was futile. His return was not for Goan. It was for something far greater.
Without hesitation, Kho spoke, his voice calm despite the anger of his father. "I came to warn you," he said, his tone firm. "The Demon King is still out there. What happened in the Dwarf Kingdom—it's all connected. If the Demon King is killed, it will all end."
Goan sneered at the mention of the Demon King. At first, he had wanted to punish Kho for coming back, but then a shift occurred in Goan's mind. His anger still burned, but his thoughts turned to usefulness. He ordered Kho to follow his army, to serve him in the battle against Raizzen. Goan saw Kho as nothing more than a shield, a pawn to be used and discarded. His new strength could be useful, but only until the end of the war.
Kho nodded, not out of respect for his father, but because he understood the necessity of the situation. Goan had told him that Raizzen had attacked Genom, and that was enough to convince him to follow.
As the two armies moved toward Genom, the battle was already raging. The Emperor was there, alongside Yhorm, Kai, and Durr, all fighting with everything they had. Raizzen, the great demon, stood tall, ready to face the full might of Oosa's forces. It was a battle that would determine the fate of the empire, and Kho, along with his Demi Giants, would have no choice but to fight.
But Kho, despite the fury of his father and the chaos surrounding them, remained focused. He had returned to Oosa not as a pawn, but as a force in his own right, ready to confront whatever lay ahead.
The battlefield in Genom was chaos. Raizzen, the great demon, had already made his mark—killing Durr, the Emperor’s beloved son, and sending shockwaves through the hearts of Oosa’s warriors. The loss was devastating, a blow that cut deeper than any wound could. The Emperor, Rogg, had seen his son fall before his eyes, his favorite child lost to the monstrosity before him. Fury and grief flooded his heart as he rushed toward the demon, but in his haste, his attack failed. Raizzen’s fur transformed into spears, shooting at the Emperor with deadly precision. The vicious tail of the beast lashed out, sending Rogg sprawling to the ground. Though only wounded, it was enough to slow the Emperor down, and for the first time in his life, Rogg's instinct for survival overwhelmed his pride.
Realizing that staying in the fight would only lead to his death, Rogg made a decision: fall back. His desire to live—perhaps even to sire another son to continue his legacy—was too great. He called for Yhorm, Oosa's greatest warrior, to step in and take his place.
Yhorm, the mighty general, accepted the challenge without hesitation. The battle between Raizzen and Yhorm was nothing short of legendary. Raizzen’s fangs, sharp as daggers, shot toward the general, but Yhorm was quick, pushing the demon away with his spear. Raizzen retaliated, his fur shifting once again, turning into deadly arrows that struck at Yhorm. His tail lashed out like a whip, catching Yhorm’s side and leaving him bleeding, but the Great General was not deterred. He fought on, his spear connecting with Raizzen’s eye, a blow that surprised the demon.
However, the fight was not yet over. With a fierce roar, Raizzen’s tail slammed into Yhorm, sending him hurtling through the air, the force of the blow making him cough up blood. But Yhorm, using all his Giant strength, caught the massive demon and threw him to the earth with a mighty heave. The ground shook as Raizzen crashed to the battlefield, but he quickly regained his footing.
Kai, battered and bleeding from the long fight, still found the strength to leap at Raizzen, driving her Claymore deep into the demon’s gut with all the strength she could muster. It was a hit that could have ended most foes, but Raizzen was no ordinary adversary. He didn’t falter. Instead, his tail lashed out again, this time slamming into Kai, breaking her arm with brutal force. The warrior woman collapsed, unable to continue.
Kho and Goan, who had been moving toward the battle, now found themselves in the thick of it. Goan, seeing the destruction before him, hesitated. His desire to fight had waned, and he stopped in his tracks, unwilling to face the demon now. Kho, on the other hand, did not hesitate. He charged toward Raizzen, intent on attacking. But Raizzen was not Remnon, and Kho, despite his newfound strength, was overpowered. The demon’s pawns attacked with unrelenting force, and Kho was sent flying back, his body crashing to the ground.
The only warrior left standing was Yhorm, the Great General of Oosa. He fought on, his spear in hand, but as he closed in on Raizzen, the demon made his move. With a brutal leap, Raizzen sank his massive jaws into Yhorm’s body, biting down with terrifying force. The demon’s head twisted violently, tearing through Yhorm’s flesh like a crocodile with its prey.
Giants were known for their immense strength, but Raizzen was here to show them something they had never encountered before—true, overwhelming power. Yhorm’s spear, still lodged in the demon’s mouth, drove through Raizzen’s flesh, but the demon’s monstrous strength was too much. Raizzen spat Yhorm out, the Great General crashing to the ground, blood pouring from his wounds. He was no longer moving.
Only Rogg, Nigus, and Goan remained on the battlefield. General Nigus, sworn to protect the Emperor, stood in a defensive posture, ready to face whatever came next. Goan, on the other hand, stood by with cold indifference, watching the battle unfold. He was not concerned with his brother’s life—Rogg’s fall had been long expected. Goan had always believed that he was the rightful ruler of Oosa, and now that his brother was weakening, he saw his chance. The death of Durr, the Emperor’s beloved son, had only further fueled Goan's ambitions. As he observed the chaos around him, Goan knew that his moment was close. Once Rogg was finished, the throne would be his. He had no love for his brother, nor any desire to save him. He simply waited for the inevitable collapse of Oosa’s leadership.
The battle against Raizzen had reached its breaking point, and Oosa’s might, once thought unassailable, was on the verge of collapse. The Great Demon stood victorious, and the fate of the empire now seemed uncertain. The only question that remained was: who would survive the wrath of Raizzen, and what would be left of Oosa when the dust settled?
In the Dwarf Kingdom, the dragons clashed fiercely with the demons. Malphas, one of the demon generals, fought valiantly, taking down several dragons with swift strikes. However, he was soon overwhelmed by the sheer number of his foes, pushed back, and unable to reach his master, the Demon King.
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Stolas, the King of Demons, continued to strike down dragons with ease. His laughter echoed through the battlefield as he mocked their feeble attempts to challenge him. The demon king was utterly confident, knowing his power surpassed that of the dragons.
But just as Stolas reveled in his dominance, a sudden, powerful aura filled the air. White particles shimmered around the figure that approached—none other than Drasko, the legendary white dragon. His presence was like a force of nature itself, and the ground seemed to tremble beneath him as he closed in on Stolas.
Stolas, turning to face the dragon, spread his arms wide in greeting, his sinister grin widening. "At last," he boomed, "the true challenge I’ve been waiting for!" His eyes gleamed with a mix of excitement and arrogance, eager to face the might of Drasko, a dragon unlike any other.
As more dragons swarmed the battlefield, their roars shaking the very air, Malphas seethed with demonic rage. His frustration at being pushed back by the overwhelming forces of the dragons boiled inside him, but then, a dark idea flickered in his mind.
He could feel the presence of Stolas, the Demon King, focused on the new challenger—Drasko. It was the perfect opportunity. With a growl, Malphas suddenly broke away from the fray, darting through the chaos of battling dragons and demons, his mind racing with plans of revenge.
He couldn’t defeat the dragons in direct combat—not yet—but perhaps there was another way.
As Kho struggled to get up from the ground, blood pouring from his mouth, his vision blurred. His body ached from the violent blows, but what truly broke him was the sight before him. Dule, his loyal human servant, lay lifeless on the battlefield, his body mangled beyond recognition. Kho had promised Dule that he would be safe, that he would remain in the Three Stone Palace and be spared from the horrors of battle. Yet now, here Dule was—dead at the hands of Raizzen.
Tears welled up in Kho’s eyes, but he fought them back. His grief was unbearable, but there was no time for mourning. He had failed Dule, and he couldn’t afford to fail anyone else. With all the strength he had left, he pushed himself up, his broken body protesting the effort.
Kai, still unconscious and breathing shallowly, was in terrible shape. Her arm was twisted grotesquely, the bones visible and shattered, yet she still clung to life. Kho’s heart tightened at the sight, but he knew that he couldn’t let her pain be in vain. They had to win, no matter the cost.
Raizzen, the great demon, was toying with General Nigus now. The massive demon swung with his tail, but Goan seemed to be contemplating retreat, fear creeping into his eyes. The Emperor had realized something Kho had known for some time—their chances of survival were slim. The demon would destroy them all.
For a moment, Goan seemed to hesitate, but then the battle raged on, and Nigus, with a hammer in hand, struck Raizzen, pushing the demon back temporarily. But the demon’s pawns were relentless, striking Nigus' legs and forcing him to stumble. Raizzen was poised to finish him, but before the final blow could land, Yhorm leaped into action. With incredible strength, the giant General pierced Raizzen’s side with his spear, causing the demon to roar in pain.
But Raizzen wasn’t done yet. In an instant, he turned his fury upon Yhorm, his massive tail swinging to strike the General down. Kho, weakened but determined, saw his chance. He ran toward the demon, clenching his claymore with what little strength remained. With a mighty swing, he cleaved through Raizzen’s tail, severing it in a spray of demonic blood. The demon howled in pain, but even that couldn’t stop him.
In retaliation, Raizzen slammed Kho to the ground, sitting on him with overwhelming force. The pressure was unbearable. Kho thought it was the end, but then he felt it—his Magister ring activated. A powerful, protective barrier materialized around him, absorbing the crushing blow. Though the pain was excruciating, Kho was not completely crushed.
Raizzen, infuriated, glared down at him, but his gaze shifted quickly. His eyes fell upon Yhorm, still alive but battered. With a sneer, Raizzen muttered, “Even dead, this giant dares to strike me?”
With a ferocious scream, Raizzen prepared to finish off Yhorm. But his attention shifted once more, his gaze locking onto the last remaining giant—the Emperor, Rogg. A dangerous gleam flickered in Raizzen’s eyes, his immense fury turning toward the leader of Oosa.
The battlefield was in chaos, the fight pushing all to their limits. Raizzen had not just broken the giants’ bodies but their spirits. Rogg, the Emperor, stood alone now, his army scattered or slain. His own son, Durr, was dead, and the weight of his failures pressed down on him.
“Your time is up, Emperor,” Raizzen’s voice rumbled, echoing across the battlefield. “I will crush Oosa’s last hope, and then nothing will stand in my way.”
Rogg’s breath hitched as he faced the demon, his mind racing. He had lost so much—his son, his army, his pride. But he was not ready to die. Not yet.
Behind Raizzen, the blood of the fallen giants stained the ground, the battlefield strewn with broken bodies and shattered hopes. As Raizzen turned to face Rogg, a cold resolve settled within the Emperor’s heart. He would fight. Even if it meant his death. He would not go down without a battle.
The final clash was upon them.
As Raizzen advanced toward Emperor Rogg, a palpable sense of doom blanketed the battlefield. Kho, still lying in the dirt, could finally breathe again, but he couldn’t move. His body was broken, and for the first time in his life, so was his will. He stared blankly at the chaos around him—the dead and dying giants, the destruction wrought by the demon, and the futility of their resistance. Even the great generals, Yhorm and Durr, had fallen. It was over. Kho closed his eyes, resigned to his fate.
But then, a voice cut through the despair.
“You call yourself a demon, but you're running from me, aren't you?”
It was Kai. Her voice was ragged but defiant, an unyielding spark in the darkness. She stood shakily, her claymore in one hand, the other arm twisted and destroyed beyond recognition. Her body bore the weight of countless injuries, but her spirit burned brighter than ever.
Kai had always been fiercely loyal to Rogg, the only one who had ever given the Demi-Giants a chance to prove themselves. That loyalty was the lifeline that kept her standing now, the reason she wouldn’t let the Emperor die—not while she still had strength left to fight.
Kai’s life had been a nightmare. As a female Demi-Giant, she had endured far worse than most. Female Demi-Giants were seen as a curse, culled at birth to prevent the possibility of offspring. She had survived against all odds, enduring a life of pain and rejection. Despite it all, she was the one who had believed most fervently in the possibility of a future for her kind.
Raizzen turned his hateful gaze toward her, his fury rekindled. The demon was already weakened, his wounds slowing him, but the audacity of this injured worm challenging him enraged him.
“You dare mock me?” he roared, lunging with his massive paw.
Kai dodged the strike, narrowly escaping the crushing blow. She surged forward, her claymore aimed at the demon’s heart. Her attack landed, the blade piercing deeply into Raizzen’s chest. A torrent of vile, black blood erupted from the wound, but the demon still stood, his monstrous form shaking with rage and agony.
Raizzen swung his tail at her, only to remember too late that it had been severed. Kai seized the opportunity and shifted her focus to his neck. With one arm gripping her claymore, she aimed to decapitate the beast, her blade carving into his thick hide.
The demon, sensing his imminent end, lashed out in desperation. His massive claws swung toward her, tearing through her body with brutal force. Half of her torso was shredded, but Kai did not flinch. She refused to move, refused to let go. With the last ounce of her strength, she drove her claymore through Raizzen’s neck, severing his head from his shoulders.
The demon let out a final, guttural roar, spewing black ichor as his head rolled to the ground. His massive body collapsed with a thunderous crash, lifeless at last.
Kai, her body ravaged and broken, fell to the ground beside her fallen foe. Blood pooled around her as she gasped for air, her vision fading. Kho, summoning the last reserves of his strength, dragged himself to her side. He knelt beside her, his trembling hands reaching for hers.
Kai’s lips moved, her voice barely a whisper. “Take… my necklace,” she said, her words labored but resolute.
Kho clasped the simple necklace in his hand, tears streaming down his face as her life slipped away. With her final breath, Kai smiled faintly, her eyes closing in peace.
Oosa had triumphed over Raizzen, but the victory came at an unimaginable cost. The battlefield was littered with the fallen, the blood of giants and demons soaking the earth. Kai’s sacrifice had turned the tide, her unbreakable spirit saving what remained of Oosa.
As Kho clutched her necklace tightly, he vowed that her sacrifice would not be forgotten.