The Decisive Battle on the Dakan Plains (3)

A monstrous arm suddenly shot out and caught the blade descending toward Gami in midair.

"Wha—"

The young officer tried to move his sword, but the hand gripping the blade did not budge in the slightest. He could neither advance nor retreat.

"Hey, what are you doing?"

A huge face emerged from beside the outstretched arm as it pushed aside the tent flap.

Gare narrowed his eyes when he saw the face.

The man who had arrived was enormous.

The tent entrance had been built wide, but even so, his head bumped against it as he ducked inside. When he straightened his back, his head nearly touched the tent roof.

Even among demonkind, whose physical differences varied greatly by race, bodies of this size were rare.

He was larger than Gare, but he was not merely big. His entire body was a mass of bulging muscle, every inch of it brimming with strength, and his skin was stretched taut as though it might burst...