Gargantuor

Spears rise like a forest of iron, all pointed toward the same shadow.

No orders are given. No voices break the silence.

The army stands as one, waiting for a sign that may never come — or one that will end them all.

Above, the colossal form lingers, neither descending nor leaving.

Its presence alone bends the will of those below.

They do not know if it will guide them… or erase them.

But when Gargantuor moves, fate will no longer be theirs to choose.

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