A hulking, grotesque figure loomed, its upper skin seemingly stripped away, exposing raw, glistening muscles that churned the stomach. Towering as tall as some trees, it stood motionless with lifeless eyes, its hairless body and disfigured face barely resembling human—more akin to a bloated, distorted caricature of a fat businessman, with sagging, fatty underskin grotesquely visible.
Around a flickering fire, two mages sat, their heights so diminutive that, if standing, they would barely reach the knees of the towering meaty giant nearby. Each clutched a staff crowned with large, multicolored mana stones—rare, radiant artifacts that bespoke immense power and elite connections, far beyond the reach of mere wealth. One mage, older, his eye sockets aglow with an eerie dark red, stared into the void as if unraveling the fabric of existence. The other, younger and seemingly unbothered, fixed his gaze on a slab of meat roasting over the flames, his staff propped casually beside him.
