The village was safe, but the statue was stone once more. Kael realized then that the Protector wasn't a god or a machine; it was a sentry. And as long as the bronze heart remained, Aethelgard would never truly be alone in the dark.
The giant didn’t use its sword. It simply stepped forward, placing itself between the village and the encroaching darkness. As it moved, it radiated a searing, golden warmth. The shadows didn’t fight; they evaporated, unable to exist in the presence of such absolute resolve. By dawn, the sky was clear. The air was silent. The Great Protector
To the children, it was a legend. To the elders, it was a reminder of a forgotten debt. The village was safe, but the statue was stone once more
A deep, resonant hum vibrated through Kael’s bones. Blue light, pale as glacier ice, began to spiderweb across the statue's chest. Kael tumbled back onto the wooden platform as the colossal head of the knight slowly, agonizingly, tilted downward. The giant didn’t use its sword