Giant Slayer 2: Jack And The

Jack looked at his axe. It had never felt heavier. He thought of Elara’s tight smile. Of the townsfolk who forgot him. Of the first Giant he’d slain—how it had cried in a language he didn’t bother to understand.

Jack didn’t become a root. He became a bridge . The beanstalks below stopped growing wildly and curled into gentle arches. The Silent Giants lowered their fingers. Rivers flowed again. jack and the giant slayer 2

But as Jack knelt, his hands touching the root-choked floor, something unexpected happened. The vines didn’t consume him. They lit up . A pulse went through the Vault. The Silent Giants shuddered, their eyeless faces cracking—and behind each crack, a single, tearful eye appeared. Jack looked at his axe