The earth trembled, quaking as if unable to withstand the Cyclops' weight, but it wasn't the earth but the policemen who felt the tremors and their minds exaggerated its weight.
As if that wasn't enough, another Cyclops was pulled out by goblins. This time around, the policemen were paralyzed with fear as the Cyclop roared at them.
Several goblins on its shoulders chuckled maliciously, brought out their long tongues, and coated their short swords with saliva.
Liam staggered back, tightening his grip around his pistol as he switched to the last magazine. Unfortunately, his bullet bounced off the skin of the cyclops.
Was fighting an option at this point?
At the top of the building, Lysander tightened his grip around his axe as the Cyclops dug its fingers into the wall with the intention to climb and get to him.
Cement crumbled as its massive fingers dug deep.
"We never wanted to make an elf a Pathan knight," Lysander recalled the conversation he had with one of the Alchemists.
