Lahmi stood before the elder giants, a few of the warriors, and some of the elders of the humans that worshiped and followed them.

The head of the giant who immediately defied him and swore against his family was still in the corner, as was the trail of blood.

Though shocking at first, the giants were already over it. They didn't like that giant either way.

The palace was once full of marble and statues of pagan gods and long flowing fabric that moved in the wind.

Now it was broken spires and columns and darkness, but the giants still met there.

Lahmi growled as he paced before them, his cape moving in the wind.

Gath, the oldest of the giants, stared intently.

"Our plan worked. Our brother disrupted Swordfall. As the two kingdoms were at each other's throats, we planned in secret," Lahmi started.

"The kingdoms are now united," Gath hoarsely yelled. "The plan was nothing. We should've stayed in the shadows where we belonged."

Other agreed.

Lahmi pointed.

"Fools. You dare say that in this place? Where my brother Jalut killed the river king and took this very throne from him? Where we led and bred and our kingdom was known?"

"That was a long time ago. Your brother is dead. And we are dying," Gath answered. "We don't even know where his sword is."

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"I will find it and claim it! We will over take the one kingdom," Lahmi exclaimed.

Nobody seemed to care. All was lost. The sacrificial giant was victory enough.

Triad, the leader of the occult humans, stepped forward.

Dressed in large robes with pagan paint and tattoo over every inch of his body, he bravely walked up to Lahmi, who towered above him.

"If I may, a governor of the north is going to show alliance to the united kingdom. A governor who we have protected and have made much money off of," Triad said.

Lahmi knew of the governor.

"We should stop him from honoring the king," Lahmi spoke.

Other giants spoke among themselves.

Gath shook his head.

"Find when they are going to leave. We will be waiting for them," Lahmi declared. "Then, we will decide our further plans."

"You are not our king," Gath spoke up.

"We have no king. But I am The Goliath's brother," Lahmi responded. "The only reason you are here is because you are old. Nothing more, nothing less, Gath."

"I am your elder," Gath spoke back. "I have seen more than any of you combined. And I know what is coming for us. Death."

Lahmi paid him no mind, and nodded for Triad to find out when the governor would be leaving.

When Lahmi saw the royal convoy going through the green hills, it angered him even more.

This governor, who had paid allegiance to them, was now running to his new king.

After all they had done for him.

And now, here they were, in the most beautiful land of plenty in all the kingdom.

No. He will die here. And it will not be quick.

It was quick.