บท 566: Ever-Crashing Tides

The giant sat down next to a man with havana brown hair, releasing a harsh sigh of relief as he did. What he had gone through was still fresh in his mind. If he had been a second later, even he who was the most prodigious among all of his race would have been dealt quite a troublesome hand.

Trying to resolve the issue afterwards was probably impossible.

The two men of different sizes overlooked a river that extended for miles, passing by terrifying, extraordinary heights – mountains, hills as well as trees. 

Near and far from these heights, vast cities could be seen, the scales of their infrastructure built with such exaggerated proportions that a normal human would be spooked, a cultured human impressed and a powerful human terrified.

Yet even with the sizes of the buildings and walls, the vast, surrounding landscape and its features beat the cities in terms of visual beauty and grandiosity.