The villagers' journey lead through a swamp. It took a few days for Savior's people to make enough boats for all the survivors and their stuff. They chopped trees and bonded the woods together with handmade ropes. After the hard work, they were looking at the completed boats with pride, and continued their journey - now on the water.
After a few hours, they saw three figures far away emerging from the water. The panic started to overwhelm the villagers, but Savior reassured them: he saw what the "swamp monsters" are.
When they got closer, the villagers exclaimed from the recognition. The three figures that they saw were clay giants, who were marching towards West. Aquatic plants and mud covered their twenty-meter-tall body, but they didn't even look at the tiny boats: they were walking unstoppable with the half of their body under the water.
Above the water the clay is so high,
they cover with their body the whole sky.
Three giants are emerging from the depth,
bring towards their enemies only death.
Plants in their shoulders: heralds of nature
have come to admonish of the danger.
The Great War is consuming death and life
devastating the earthly paradise.
Havoc in their eyes, pent-up in ages,
oppressed by demon and human mages.
For them this day is the start of the game,
for them who are the three giants from clay.
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Savior's Ascent
PoetryThe Valley of Giants was peaceful in the dawn of the Second Great War. No one surmised the danger crawling in the darkest night. Only a man was brave and vigilant - or lucky - enough to face the death and help his fellow creatures during the hardest...
