295 War For Larm Pt.VIII

“Tch, just like I thought!”, drawing her claymore, Kiara roared mightily and charged forward. Her destination was the creature that descended from the heavens with a lightning bolt massive enough to engulf a massive castle.

A lone cyclops with green skin and black tattoos covering his body stood at the centre of the former prison camp, wielding his axe that still surged with lightning. In the sky, the dragon that had delivered him had started to recede to whence it came from.

That, however, was of no concern to Kiara. All she could think about was the cyclops that stood right in front of her. Upon his entry, he had killed some of the North’s soldiers as well as broken down all walls that kept them bound. Whether that was an accident or not, again, it was of no concern to her.