A few hours has passed since the great battle between the three-headed giant and two god-like children. The sounds of the wheels of carriages were rolling along the smooth yet bumpy road. The sounds of animals in the forest were becoming quieter and quieter as the sun was setting down soon. And the villagers were having a conversation with one another, particularly about the mysterious godlings.
The godling, Ezekiel, was opening his eyes slowly. The first person he saw was Hugo who had been awake for quite a while, as he sustained less injuries from the fight so he recovered a bit quicker. Hugo helped him sit up while the villagers next to them, who are the elderly, quieted down and stared at them closely.
“Hugo?” Ezekiel said before groaning in pain, as his injuries were still healing. “Where are we? What happened to Balachko?”
Hugo let out a smile with a huge burst of enthusiasm, “We did it, Ezekiel! We actually killed the giant!”