Meeting with the Elder of the Giants
Amazement would be an understatement as Sigmund regarded the meeting with an Elder of the Giant Race.
Though surprised, he didn’t show it. But he knew and felt that the one he met up with could describe his expression.
Albeit subtle, the Celestial Sage masked his emotion as he tried to gauge the person before him.
His sudden apparition after the invitation, rather, pleased the Elder of the Giant Race.
At eight feet tall, the Elder who went by the name of Razaeloth, seemed normal by human standards. His hair blond with curls on the side while trimmed at the crown. His flowing robe of white and blue made him elegant and more imposing. But his countenance was pleasing, cordial and young-looking, which Sigmund estimated to be in the late twenties. But when the Elder smiled, the age seemed to dip down to early twenties.