The light twisted, stretched, and solidified until a colossal figure took form behind her.
It was a giant warrior—an ethereal being nearly the size of a mountain. Its body was forged of golden and crimson energy, a seamless weave of fire and starlight that shimmered like molten steel.
The giant was not monstrous, but majestic. Her form was that of a warrior goddess—tall, elegant, and terrifying to behold.
Flowing strands of energy fell from her shoulders like hair, rippling with a radiant glow. Her eyes
burned like twin suns, unblinking, filled with judgment and warlike might.
Clutched in her hand was a sword—massive, radiant, and impossibly sharp.
Every detail of the sword was mirrored, yet magnified a hundredfold, glowing as though it could cleave through heaven and earth alike.
The giant's presence weighed heavily upon the battlefield, pressing down on the feral beast until its knees bent and its growl turned into a whimper of primal fear.
