Giants - Part 12

Death – that was all the Jungter man saw in him. The jewels sparkled all over his silver armour, as if he had descended from the heavens, as if he were a creature above such mortal concerns. But only a mortal could feel the fear that was written on his face. What Vol had done was a cruel thing. He had allowed him the greatest distance, the greatest advantage, and then he had swatted that advantage away, demonstrating his overwhelm, and robbing the man of all his hopes at once.

Vol saw the moment when the Jungter man's heart was dyed a colour that belonged to Vol exclusively. Pandora had robbed him on the fun of the game, but then he had invented his own cruel form of torture. Another little method – another way of breaking down his foes.