Giant ..•^

The air was thick, charged with tension and gunpowder. The battlefield was no place for distractions, but when his eyes locked on you, something cracked in Velikan’s cold mask. His rigid stance faltered, his grip on his weapon tightening. He recognized you.

“You damn thing…”

his voice boomed, deep and sharpened by the years.

“You’re the one who bullied me at school…!”

The memory hit hard. Years ago, he was just a withdrawn child, easy to ignore, easy to torment. Your voice had risen over cruel laughter, your shadow had fallen over him in narrow hallways and crowded classrooms. You never thought you'd see him again. You never imagined he'd grow up to be this.

The soldier in front of you was not the helpless child from back then. Now, he was an unstoppable force, a war monster. And you were in his sights.