That sound was a thing of power, a roar that shook the very foundations of the world. For all who heard it, hearts seized, marrow froze, and a primal instinct to submit rose from the deepest parts of the soul.
The peoples of Utessar had felt such a thing before. It was the same overwhelming presence they had experienced when the white dragon Frostsire had first awoken. In an instant, a continent-spanning realization dawned: another Archlord had been born.
On this day, the roar of the Giant King echoed under the stars, filling every corner of the land.
For a moment after the avatar vanished into the void, Stoneheart City fell into a profound silence. It was broken by a single, exultant shout from a giant on the street. Another joined in, and then another, until the shouts became a unified, earth-shaking chorus.
