Chapter 22

Following their Golden Trials, Gats, Shira, and Selena found themselves dropped by Lucy inside her Golden Temple, located within the outer part of Elysium Haven, a large city administrated by the giant Jack. The Golden Temple was a sanctuary dedicated to the worship of Lucy, the towering golden-haired giantess whose influence dominated the lives of her increasingly many worshipers.

Inside the temple, they were greeted by Thalos, a revered worshipper of Lucy who held sway over the temple's inner workings. His eyes gleamed with reverence as he welcomed them, his voice echoing off the temple walls like a solemn hymn.

"Greetings, new worshippers. I am Thalos, first worshipper of the Golden Goddess." Thalos intoned, his voice carrying the weight of authority. "You stand within the sacred halls of the Golden Temple, where only the most devoted followers of Lucy are permitted to tread."

Gats nodded, his gaze sweeping over the grandeur of the temple's interior. Ornate statues and intricate tapestries of Lucy adorned the walls, depicting her divine beauty and power. It was a sight to behold, a testament to the unwavering devotion of her followers.

Thalos gestured for them to follow him, leading them deeper into the temple's inner sanctum. As they walked, he explained the situation they now found themselves in.

"You have been brought here to serve our goddess, to dedicate yourselves to her worship and adoration." Thalos began, his voice reverent. "Know that this is no simple task. For some, it may very well be the work of a lifetime, but once you have proven yourself worthy in her eyes, and only then, you might be granted the privilege of venturing beyond the walls of our temple."

Gats faked to listen intently as Thalos continued with long explanations on how they were expected to dedicate their entire lives to Lucy, his eyes scanning the temple for escape routes, and his mind racing with strategies. Gats had no intentions of spending his life proving himself to some self-proclaimed goddess. They needed to escape.

As Spellblade Eveline made her way back to the giant camp, her path led her through yet another village, this time she was in search of provisions. Amidst the small marketplace, she spotted a food stand where a little girl named Zyra and her mother were busy attending to customers.

Approaching the stand, Eveline greeted them warmly, her curiosity piqued by their conversation. She overheard Zyra's mother mentioning their imminent relocation to a place called Elysium Haven, at the behest of Giantess Kate. Intrigued, Eveline couldn't resist inquiring further.

"Excuse me," Eveline began, addressing Zyra's mother, "but what exactly is Elysium Haven?"

Zyra's mother paused in her work, offering Eveline a kind smile before responding. "Elysium Haven is a new city, founded by Jack the giant, and where giantess Kate’s military forces reside." she explained. "It's a haven for those seeking refuge and prosperity under her protection."

Eveline nodded thoughtfully, her interest growing. "Is Elysium Haven also connected to giantess Lucy?" she inquired, her mind racing with possibilities.

Zyra's mother nodded, confirming Eveline's suspicions. "Yes, indeed," she replied. "Elysium Haven is where Lucy's Golden Temple is located, the very place where her followers reside."

A sense of discovery settled over Eveline as she absorbed this information. Elysium Haven was a very likely location where she might find her friends.

"Thank you for telling me." Eveline said earnestly, gratitude evident in her voice. "It so happens that I must make my way to Elysium Haven. There are matters of great importance that require my attention. Could you please tell me the directions?"

Zyra's mother smiled kindly at Eveline, her eyes reflecting understanding and empathy. "Of course, dear." she replied warmly. "To reach Elysium Haven, you'll need to head northwest from here. Follow the main road until you reach the crossroads, then take the left fork and continue straight. You'll know you're on the right path when you see the towering spires of the Golden Temple in the distance."

Eveline thanked Zyra's mother for her guidance. With her resolve firm and her purpose clear, Eveline bid them farewell, setting out to investigate the Golden Temple in Elysium Haven.

As the sun began its descent, coloring the sky in shades of orange and pink, a messenger from Eldoria arrived at Elysium Haven seeking an audience with giantess Kate. Lucas, maintaining his usual air of formality, escorted the emissary to Kate.

Standing before Kate, the tiny emissary bowed respectfully. "Greetings, giantess Kate," he began, his voice steady despite the weight of his mission. "I come bearing an invitation from Eldoria. Lord Reginald Ironwood, the Hand of the King, wishes to discuss peace options."

Kate's eyes sparkled with interest at the mention of peace negotiations. Jack would be so happy to hear about this, she thought.

She exchanged a playful glance with Lucas, a grin tugging at her lips. "Well, well." she chimed, her tone lighthearted. "Looks like we've got ourselves a hot date with diplomacy. Tell Lord Ironwood we're game. Let's see what he's got up his sleeve!"

With the emissary's departure, Kate wasted no time informing Jack and Lucy of the upcoming peace talks.

Jack's excitement was palpable as he pondered the city's role in facilitating this potential breakthrough. “That’s awesome! Do you think they were impressed with what we’ve achieved here in Elysium Haven?” asked Jack, hoping to get some validation of his good work.

Kate couldn't resist teasing him, remarking, "Of course Jack, I’m sure that’s why they want peace with us… nothing to do with the fear of being devoured alive."

Her words elicited a chuckle from Jack.

Once the arrangements for their departure were underway, Kate gathered with Lucas. "Hey Lucas, my favorite small captain," she began, "while I'm away, you’re in charge of the boys. Also, keep an eye on the city. Is good?"

Lucas, ever the stalwart captain, nodded in understanding. "Yes mistress, you have my word. I will ensure the safety and security of Elysium Haven in your absence." he vowed, his commitment resolute.

Meanwhile, Jack made his way to the city hall, where Marcus Thorne, the appointed City Mayor, was attending to his duties. With a tone of assurance, Jack addressed Marcus, "Marcus, I will be departing for a brief period. During my absence, I entrust the governance of Elysium Haven to you. Your wisdom and leadership have been invaluable to our progress. Take care of the city and its inhabitants until my return."

Marcus Thorne, ever the steady hand, nodded solemnly. "You can count on me, Jack. I will oversee the affairs of Elysium Haven with diligence and care." he pledged, his resolve unwavering.

Meanwhile, Lucy strode to the Golden Temple, where Thalos, her most revered worshipper, greeted her with relentless praises. Lucy's tone was commanding as she addressed him, "Worshipper Thalos," she began, her voice carrying an air of authority, "in my absence, I expect you to steward the Golden Temple. I trust you to initiate our new followers and I expect their unconditional and total devotion when I come back."

Thalos dropped to his knees, his head touching the ground, his demeanor reflecting the endless reverence he had learned to have for Lucy. "Many thanks my goddess, my everything, I could not be more honored by your trust, my goddess, my life. I will oversee the temple's operations with the utmost dedication." he pledged.

With their respective instructions conveyed and trusted companions left in charge, Jack, Lucy and Kate departed for Eldoria, their minds focused on the upcoming peace negotiations.

As Eveline stealthily made her way through the shadows of the Golden Temple, her Nightly Veil arcane magic shrouding her presence, she felt a rush of anticipation mixed with apprehension. She was determined to reunite with her friends.

Finally reaching the inner sanctum of the temple, Eveline's heart soared as she laid eyes upon Gats, Shira, and Selena. Without hesitation, Eveline rushed forward, her steps quickening as she closed the distance between them.

Gats, Shira, and Selena turned at the sound of her approach, their expressions a mixture of surprise and relief. In an instant, they were enveloped in a tight embrace, their arms wrapping around each other as they held on tightly.

Tears welled in Eveline's eyes as she held her friends close, overcome with emotion at the sight of them safe and sound. "I thought I'd lost you," she whispered, her voice choked with tears. "I'm so relieved you're all okay."

Gats, Shira, and Selena returned her embrace with equal fervor, their relief palpable as they held onto each other tightly. "We're okay, Eveline." Gats assured her, his voice filled with gratitude. "Thank you so much for coming back for us."

Eveline pulled back slightly, her gaze meeting theirs with determination. "I brought something for each of you." she said, reaching into her satchel and retrieving three arcane catalysts.

Gats, Shira, and Selena were very much relieved to finally get their hands on new arcane catalysts; they would be able to perform magic again.

"By the Lord of Light, thank you, Eveline." Shira said softly, her voice filled with appreciation.

"Well done Eveline! I knew we could count on you." added Selena.

With a solemn nod, Gats addressed his companions, his voice steady despite the turmoil within. "Listen, my ladies." Gats began, his tone grave yet resolute. "As soon as the cover of night falls upon us, we will escape from this place."

Shira, Eveline, and Selena exchanged knowing glances.

As Kate, Jack, and Lucy, arrived at the meeting point near the Eldorian border, they were greeted by the diminutive figure of the Hand of the King, accompanied by a retinue of advisors and guards.

Despite his tiny stature, the Hand exuded an air of formality and gravitas as he welcomed the giants, his voice carrying a tone of respect and diplomacy.

With a measured cadence, the Hand began to outline their proposal, presenting an economic plan aimed at ensuring the giants' well-being while seeking their assistance in safeguarding the kingdom's borders. He emphasized the importance of mutual cooperation and understanding, articulating each point with precision and clarity.

As the discussion progressed, the topic of marriage between Kate and Prince Aldric Everglade emerged, suggested as a means of fostering closer ties between their respective communities.

Kate's response was filled with a mix of enthusiasm and sarcasm, her voice carrying traces of curiosity and a touch of excitement.

"Wow, becoming a princess sounds like a fairy tale!" Kate exclaimed. "But tell me, is the tiny prince a charming one? Hum, and when we’ll go on romantic walks, huh, where do you think he’d like to ride? In my bra or in my panties?"

Her questions hung in the air for a moment before the Hand of the King responded, his tone measured and formal, contrasting with Kate's playful energy.

"The prince is a man of noble character and unwavering dedication to his kingdom," the Hand replied with dignified poise. "Rest assured, he possesses the qualities befitting a royal consort."

Kate immediately mocked the Hand’s response, “Possesses the qualities of a royal consort you say… yet he’s not even the size of a small dick?”

Jack interjected, “Kate, that’s enough! This is not helping.”

Kate continued with an air of entitlement, her tone laced with impatience. With a casual toss of her hair, she regarded the minuscule Hand of the King with a mischievous smirk, her eyes gleaming with curiosity.

"Alright then… marriage, hum? Well, isn't that just the cherry on top of this diplomatic cake?" Kate quipped, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "I guess being a princess has its perks, but let's cut to the chase—what's in it for me?"

Her words hung in the air, punctuated by a self-assured grin as she awaited the Hand's response. Though her demeanor was playful, there was an unmistakable edge to her inquiry, a reminder of her status and the power she wielded as a giantess.

The Hand of the King, his voice retaining its formal tone, proceeded to elaborate on the potential benefits awaiting Kate should she accept the proposed union.

"Lady Kate," he began, his words carefully chosen, "it is imperative to recognize the myriad advantages that would accompany your acceptance of this proposal. Not only would you gain access to abundant food supplies, ensuring your sustenance and comfort, but you would also be afforded the luxury of servants to attend to your every need."

He paused momentarily, allowing his words to sink in before continuing.

"Furthermore," he added, "the union would grant you access to a wealth of resources and opportunities, ensuring your prosperity and security for years to come. Such advantages are not to be taken lightly and should be considered in your deliberations."

Kate's response dripped with entitlement as she considered the Hand of the King's words.

"Now we’re talking!" she remarked, her tone tinged with sarcasm. "Food supplies, servants, and wealth? Well… that’s a start I guess."

She paused, a mischievous glint in her eye as she continued.

"I'll take your proposal into consideration." she said, her voice filled with faux graciousness. "But I want to see what the little prince looks like first, and what he can do with his puny cock."

The Hand of the King looked at Jack, hoping he would reason with Kate again.

Jack got the cue, “Kate, come on, let’s just discuss the details of the agreement.”

As they resumed discussing the peace option, Jack led with a barrage of questions, seeking clarity on labor requirements and resource offering. Kate added her wit and unrealistic requests, while Lucy listened attentively and made pragmatic observations.

Together, they hashed out details, making headway into understanding the peace agreement's implications.

Chapter 23

The inhumans had arrived in Alderfort Kingdom with a ferocity that left devastation in their wake. Villages and cities quickly crumbled before their might, their onslaught swift and merciless. No one, no matter how old or young, was spared from the carnage and revenge of the inhumans.

As they advanced towards their next target, Elysium Haven, the leaders of the inhumans couldn't help but feel a sense of unease. The ease with which they had overcome their adversaries thus far left them suspicious. They noted that most cities and villages posed almost no resistance, and also they had surprisingly small populations and little resources.

King Drak'zul stood at the forefront of the inhuman army, his regal bearing commanding obedience from his followers. Beside him, Gorshak loomed like a mountain of muscle and rage, his 10-meter-tall massive form a formidable presence on the battlefield. Feralyn, with her keen eyes scanning the horizon for any signs of resistance, stood ready to lead the Lupenthralls into battle.

With the signal from King Drak'zul, the inhuman forces surged forward, their war cries echoing across the landscape as they closed in on Elysium Haven.

As they waited for the cover of night to cloak their escape from Elysium Haven, Gats, Shira, Eveline, and Selena huddled together in tense anticipation. Their resolve to flee this place burned fiercely within them, each moment of delay feeling like an eternity.

Suddenly, the piercing clang of the city's alarm bell shattered the stillness of the night, sending a shiver down their spines. The urgent tolling signaled an imminent enemy attack, adding an urgency to their escape plans.

"We can't waste any more time." Gats declared, his voice edged with urgency. "The city is under attack, we leave now."

With determination etched upon their faces, they made their way towards the main gate of the Golden Temple, their footsteps quickening with each passing moment. But as they approached the gate, their path was blocked by Thalos, Lucy's first worshipper, his eyes ablaze with fervent devotion.

"Where do you think you’re going? You cannot leave!" Thalos intoned, his voice a stern barrier in their path. "Goddess Lucy demands your devotion in the darkest of times. You must stay and fulfill your duties to her, no matter if the temple itself is under attack. Should we deserve to be saved, then rest assured, our goddess will save us."

Gats's jaw clenched as he exchanged a steely gaze with Thalos. Without a word, he swung his massive fist and with a single, decisive blow, broke Thalos’ jaw and neck, his dead body crumbling to the ground in a lifeless heap.

Shira gasped in shock, her eyes wide with disbelief as she witnessed this sudden display of brutality from Gats. This was a side of him she had never really seen before, a reminder of the dark past he had left behind as a ruthless mercenary willing to do whatever it took to survive.

Shira's gasp of shock echoed in the tense air as she beheld Gats's ruthless action. "Gats... What have you done…" she began, her voice faltering with surprise.

"There's much you don't know about me, Shira." Gats replied, his tone heavy with the weight of his past. "But trust me when I say this is necessary. In times like this, the only ones to survive are those that are willing to do anything. The rest die."

With Thalos' obstruction removed, Gats, Shira, Eveline, and Selena wasted no time in fleeing the temple.

As they continued their escape, they were then confronted by Sir Lucas and a small contingent of Kate’s soldiers, their weapons drawn and expressions grim. They had been alerted by witnesses of Gats’ actions.

"Surrender, scums!" Sir Lucas bellowed, his voice filled with authority. "You cannot escape justice for your actions."

Gats halted in his tracks, turning to face Lucas with a fierce determination in his eyes. "Sir Lucas, you should focus on defending the city." Gats commanded firmly. "There are greater threats than us right now."

But Lucas refused to heed Gats's words, his resolve unyielding. With a roar, he charged forward, swinging his swords with deadly intent, unaware that Gats was now armed with an arcane catalyst.

Reacting swiftly, Gats conjured a shield of Blackflame, the ominous energy crackling around him as he effortlessly parried Lucas' sword strike with impeccable precision, shattering both Lucas’ sword and hand at the same time.

Lucas was left screaming in pain, and before anyone could react, Gats unleashed a fireball at him, enveloping him in a mix of black and white flames.

Lucas met his demise in painful agony.

As Lucas's men rushed forward to avenge their fallen captain, they met a swift and merciless end at the hands of Gats, their lives snuffed out in a flurry of Blackflame.

Shira, Selena, and Eveline stood in shock, their eyes wide with disbelief as they witnessed Gats' ruthless actions. The sight of him dispatching Sir Lucas and his men with such brutal efficiency left them speechless, their minds struggling to reconcile this display of violence with the man they had come to know as their ally and lover.

"Gats... we cannot continue like this." Shira's voice trembled with disbelief, her gaze locked on the carnage before them.

But Gats, his expression grim and resolute, wasted no time in offering explanations. "There's no time to dwell on this now." he said, his tone heavy with urgency. "We must exit Elysium Haven before we're surrounded by the enemies. I won’t let them hurt you, my ladies."

Selena's eyes flickered with uncertainty, torn between shock at Gats' actions and the realization that he was right. "But... what about the giants’ revenge… if they learn what you’ve done Gats?" she questioned, her voice tinged with apprehension.

Eveline gently rested her hand on Selena's shoulder, her determination unwavering despite the turmoil surrounding them. "The Giants’ Essence is in our possession now. The Mage Guild has begun finalizing the artifact to halt their advance." she assured, her voice steady. "For the moment, our priority is ensuring our escape from this place in one piece."

Gats nodded in agreement, his gaze sweeping over his companions with a sense of determination. "Let's move!" he said, gesturing for them to follow as he led the way towards the city gates.

The inhumans, numbering 5000 strong, charged towards Elysium Haven with a relentless fury that shook the earth beneath their feet. As they neared the city, they encountered multiple lines of giant trenches, hindering their advance. The trenches were very large by usual standards and dug deep into the earth, presenting a formidable obstacle to the inhuman horde.

The inhumans pressed on, their determination unyielding. With a fierce resolve, they began to deploy ladders and makeshift bridges, spanning the gaps in the trenches and allowing their forces to advance. Yet, as they traversed the barriers, they were met with a hail of arrows raining down upon them from the other side.

Human soldiers, positioned behind the safety of the outer city walls, relentlessly launched volleys of arrows towards the oncoming inhuman forces. Arrows whistled through the air, finding their marks amidst the ranks of the invaders, causing chaos and confusion among their ranks.

Despite the barrage of arrows raining down upon them, the inhumans pressed forward. With grim determination, they continued to advance. Those trenches represented a formidable obstacle, but it was only a matter of time before they crossed them in sufficient numbers to overwhelm the human defenses.

Upon reaching the outer gates of Elysium Haven, the first wave of inhuman attackers were met with a barrage of arrows, rocks, and boiling oil hurled by the humans who stood resolute in their determination to protect their home. Yet, the onslaught did little to deter the advancing horde.

With a deafening roar, Gorshak, wielding his giant warhammer with monstrous strength, charged forward, leading the vanguard, his massive form undeterred by the flames that engulfed him. With a few mighty blows, he shattered the outer city gates, clearing the way for the inhuman forces to surge into the city.

Kate’s army and the city guards clashed fiercely with the inhumans, engaging in a brutal fight for the fate of Elysium Haven. Gorshak, towering over the battlefield like a colossus, effortlessly crushed several soldiers with each swing of his warhammer. He crushed them into the ground or sent them flying to their death with each blow. The human defenders were hopelessly outmatched by his sheer size and strength.

As the battle raged on, it became even more evident that the inhumans held the upper hand, their ferocity and numbers giving them a decisive advantage over the humans who fought bravely. With Gorshak leading the charge at the front of the inhuman vanguard, the defenders of Elysium Haven found themselves facing an enemy that they were not equipped to fight.

The streets of Elysium Haven became a battleground, each corner a scene of carnage and brutality as the inhumans pressed forward, leaving only death and destruction in their wake. The air was thick with the stench of blood and smoke, echoing with the anguished cries of the fallen and the desperate pleas of those fleeing for their lives.

Mothers clutched their children tightly to their chests, their faces twisted in terror as they fled from the advancing horde. They ran frantically through the streets, their panicked footsteps echoing against the cobblestones as they sought refuge into the city’s fortified zones, the most prominent ones being the Ironheart Keep, the Golden Temple, and the inner city.

Meanwhile, Kate’s soldiers and Jack’s city guards fought with unwavering courage and sacrifice to protect their loved ones, their swords clashing against the invaders in a desperate bid to slow their advance and buy precious time for the citizens to escape. Arrows whistled through the air, finding their mark amidst the ranks of the inhuman forces, felling them in droves with each well-aimed shot.

But for every enemy that fell, more seemed to take their place, their relentless onslaught pushing the defenders beyond their limits. Despite their valiant efforts, the human soldiers found themselves outnumbered and outmatched by the sheer number, ferocity, and strength of their adversaries.

In the midst of the chaos, pockets of resistance emerged, small groups of human soldiers launching ambushes from hidden alleyways and rooftops, raining down arrows upon the inhuman forces in a desperate attempt to distract them from converging on the remaining fortified zones where citizens sought refuge. Yet, even these guerrilla tactics could only do so much against the overwhelming tide of invaders.

As the battle raged on, the fate of Elysium Haven hung in the balance, its streets awash with blood and its people facing a desperate fight for survival against an enemy that showed no mercy.

Recognizing the looming defeat in the battle, the defenders strategically retreated to key defensive positions: the first being the Ironheart Keep in the outer city, and the second being the inner city of Elysium Haven. The inner city walls, fortified with thick stone and reinforced with sturdy battlements, offered far greater defense capabilities compared to the outer walls. The human defenders knew they had to defend them no matter the cost.

As Gorshak lumbered closer to the inner city main gate, volleys of arrows rained down upon him from the defenders positioned atop the inner walls. However, Gorshak, with his thick skin and heavy armor, seemed unaffected by the barrage, the arrows bouncing harmlessly off his formidable 10-meter-tall frame.

Undeterred by the onslaught, Gorshak roared with fury, his massive warhammer held aloft as he charged towards the gates of the inner city. The human defenders, realizing the dire consequences of allowing Gorshak to breach their last line of defense, hurled everything they had at him in a desperate attempt to stop his advance.

Boulders, flaming projectiles, and even boiling oil were unleashed upon Gorshak, but he pressed on relentlessly, his massive form a juggernaut of destruction. With each thunderous footstep, he drew closer to the gates, his fury driving him forward with unstoppable force.

The defenders, their nerves stretched to the breaking point, braced themselves for the inevitable clash as Gorshak's titanic form loomed ever closer. With a deafening crash, Gorshak's warhammer struck the gates with stone-shattering force, sending splinters of wood flying in all directions.

Despite their desperate efforts, the defenders could only watch with mounting dread as Gorshak's relentless assault gradually took its toll on the sturdy gates. The barrier between them and the inhuman horde grew increasingly precarious, each thunderous blow from Gorshak inching them closer to collapse.

With a final, thunderous blow, the inner gate burst open, sending splinters of wood flying in all directions. Gorshak's battle roar echoed throughout the city as the inhuman horde surged forward to breach the last line of defense. Amidst the chaos, the defenders braced themselves for the clash, knowing that the survival of their loved ones depended on holding the line against the relentless onslaught of the inhumans.

And then, they heard them.

The giants, the guardians of Elysium Haven.

The inhumans, locked in the grip of battle frenzy, froze in stupefaction as they beheld three colossal figures emerging in the distance, each towering over the landscape like titans. These giants were unlike anything they had ever encountered, their immense size dwarfing even Gorshak, the mightiest among them.

As the realization of the impending threat sank in, Gorshak, the towering ogre who had led the inhuman assault, felt utterly insignificant in size for the first time in his life, and recognized the danger they posed. With a guttural roar of alarm, he immediately began to retreat, his massive frame propelled by sheer instinct and fear.

Chapter 24

Jack, Kate, and Lucy were casually walking back from their meeting with the Eldorians when they caught sight of the city in the far distance.

Lucy could not resist teasing Kate, “So, Kate, how do you feel about becoming a princess?” she asked with a chuckle.

Kate looked at Lucy, knowing very well she was teasing her, “Well, it’s better than being some sort of self-proclaimed goddess or whatever!” she promptly replied to Lucy.

Lucy laughed, acknowledging her point. “I love to be worshipped, sue me!” Lucy started. “Well, actually, no one can sue me here! Ha ha! God, imagine the class action if they could… ha! ” Lucy added, laughing.

Kate continued, “Oh, but I love to be worshipped too! Let me tell you, the little prince will discover exactly how much I love it during our wedding night!”

Kate piled on, turning to Jack, “Hey, Jack, do you think the Eldorian prince will enjoy being used as a butt plug?”

Jack closed his eyes with irritation, “Kate, good lord, could you please not ruin our chances at peace?”

Kate’s facial expression turned to one of mockery. “I don’t understand why you’re so eager for me to marry the prince… you do realize it means we won’t have sex anymore?” she told Jack.

Jack had in fact not realized this implication from Kate’s marriage to the Eldorian prince. “Fuck, I didn’t think about that…” he replied to Kate.

Jack then turned to Lucy, promptly started working on his backup option. “Hey, Lucy, have I ever told you how beautiful you are?” he said with a warm hopeful smile.

Kate was quick to mock Jack’s playful attempt at seducing Lucy, “Jack, the real question is… are you a good little worshipper? 'Cause that’s what Lucy likes!”

Lucy laughed at Kate’s comment, “Oh, I’m sure he is!”

They continued chatting, but as they drew closer to the city, the chaos of battle unfolded before them, the sounds of clashing steel and anguished cries echoing through the air.

"What the fuck?!” Jack said as he started to discern the details. “Shit! Our city is under attack! Let’s go, we need to help them!" Jack urged, his voice tinged with panic as they all started running towards Elysium Haven.

Jack's heart clenched with worry for the people of the city, his determination to protect them fueling his every step.

As Kate approached Elysium Haven, her towering figure dominating the horizon, her eyes locked onto the thousands of tiny invaders swarming outside the city's walls. Despite the overwhelming numbers, a sense of relief washed over her as she noticed a large fraction of the enemy army bottlenecked at the main gate.

The gate, once a symbol of security, now stood breached. On the plus side, it was the only point of entry they could easily breach, thanks to Jack's foresight in digging deep and wide trenches encircling the city, effectively blocking the enemy from deploying siege towers to scale the walls.

Jack commanded, "Lucy and I will assist the people within the city. Kate, focus on neutralizing their reinforcements outside."

The inhuman army, frozen in terror, watched in disbelief as three giants of impossible size closed in on them with frightening speed. But their shock turned to sheer horror as their revered battle leader, Gorshak the Ogre, a towering figure of ten meters, turned and fled from the battlefield in a panic-induced frenzy.

A ripple of panic swept through the ranks of the inhumans as they realized they were facing a force beyond their comprehension. With their battle leader abandoning them in their moment of need, the once-unified army descended into chaos. Fear gripped their hearts as they grappled with the terrifying realization that they stood no chance against these godlike beings.

In a desperate bid for survival, the inhuman invaders began to retreat in full panic, their movements hampered by the massive trenches that encircled the battlefield.

It had taken them one hour to cross the trenches, but with the giants closing in at breakneck speed, their retreat felt agonizingly slow. The earth trembled beneath the colossal strides of the giants, their thunderous approach serving as a grim reminder of the impending doom that awaited them.

As the giants closed in, panic among the inhumans reached a fever pitch. With mere seconds separating them from the towering figures of destruction, the air echoed with the sounds of panicked screams and desperate cries as the inhumans jostled and shoved against one another in a mad rush to escape. Limbs flailed wildly, and bodies collided in a tumultuous frenzy, the sheer weight of the mass causing them to stumble and fall in a tangled heap.

Lupenthralls, possessing greater agility and mobility, were quicker to flee, whereas Duskenthras comparatively moved at a significantly slower pace.

Those unfortunate enough to lose their footing were trampled underfoot by their own comrades, their anguished cries drowned out by the deafening cacophony of chaos. As the panic intensified, the throng of inhumans surged with reckless abandon.

In their blind panic, some inhumans veered dangerously close to the edge of the trenches, their frantic movements threatening to send them tumbling into the gaping chasms below. With each misstep, the ground gave way beneath them, sending them plummeting into the darkness with agonized screams.

The scene was a nightmarish tableau of chaos and carnage, with bodies piled atop one another in a twisted mass of limbs and flesh. The air was thick with the stench of fear and desperation as the inhumans fought tooth and nail to escape the clutches of the advancing giants.

In their panic, they had become little more than animals, driven by instinct and fear. And as they stumbled and fell, trampling over one another in their desperate bid for survival, the harsh reality of their predicament became all too clear: there was nowhere to run.

As the battlefield erupted into a maelstrom of chaos, the giantess, her locks of brunette hair whipping behind her like a shroud of darkness, descended upon the panicked inhuman horde with an ominous grace. With every thunderous step she took, the ground quaked beneath her colossal weight, a foreboding prelude to the bloodshed that would follow.

As Kate strode across the battlefield, her colossal form dominating the horizon, she couldn't help but feel a surge of exhilaration coursing through her veins. Her view encompassed both the immense swell of her breasts and the hundreds of tiny figures scurrying about frantically below.

Kate realized to herself, "Holy shit! I am about to go on a crush-fest." The thought brought a twisted sense of satisfaction, a reminder of her overwhelming power.

With each thunderous step, the ground trembled beneath her. As her running shoe descended upon the first group of puny figures, Kate felt a sickening crunch beneath her sole, the sensation sending a shiver of satisfaction through her.

"That’s it! Die pathetic bugs." she muttered under her breath, her voice a low rumble that echoed across the battlefield. "You thought you could take me? Ha! You're nothing but puny insects."

As she continued her relentless advance, Kate's gaze flickered from one group of fleeing tiny figures to the next. With each step, she crushed them into the ground like ants, their attempts at escape futile against her unstoppable might.

"I’ll make you pay you little shits! All of you! This is what happens when you fuck with me!" she growled, her eyes burning with a fierce determination. "You brought this upon yourselves." she added.

As Kate's massive presence dominated the battlefield, her eyes surveyed the unfolding chaos below. With a fierce determination evident in her gaze, she directed her attention to the trenches encircling the battlefield, where the retreating warriors were trapped in bottlenecks.

As Kate observed the tiny warriors very slowly crossing the trenches, she chuckled, "Ha ha! No no no! None of you puny little fuckers are getting away."

With each massive stride, she closed in on the first makeshift bridge, constructed by the inhumans to cross the trenches. With a thunderous crash, she brought her foot down upon the fragile planks, shattering them into splinters beneath her immense weight.

The inhumans who had been attempting to cross the bridge were sent tumbling into the abyss below, their panicked cries drowned out by the cacophony of destruction. Kate's lips curled into a satisfied smirk as she felt the crunch of their tiny bodies under her foot.

As Kate surveyed a large crowd of tiny figures below her, waiting desperately to cross the now-ruined bridge, a smirk curled upon her lips. The realization that they all looked up to her with fear and awe filled her with a sense of undeniable superiority. With a deliberate gesture, she raised her foot high above them, each movement deliberate and commanding. As it descended with thunderous force, again and again, she could almost feel the weight of her dominance crushing them into oblivion, until nothing remained but a grotesque pool of blood and gore

Moving to the next bridge, Kate's eyes gleamed with anticipation as she unleashed her fury upon the wooden structure. With a single, mighty stomp, she obliterated the bridge, sending the tiny figures scattering like leaves in the wind as they plummeted to their doom.

But Kate's assault was far from over. With each successive bridge she destroyed, she varied her approach, bringing her foot down with crushing force one moment and sweeping it under the structure with a devastating kick the next. The inhumans stood no chance against her relentless onslaught.

The next bridge was significantly bigger, Kate noted. With a malicious grin, she reached down with her two massive hands and seized the structure, lifting it effortlessly into the air. Panicked cries echoed through the air as fifty or so inhumans clung desperately to the collapsing bridge, realizing their impending doom. With a savage laugh reverberating across the battlefield, Kate inverted the bridge, sending the tiny soldiers plummeting into the depths below.

The sound of their screams mingled with the sickening thuds of bodies crashing against each other, creating a symphony of terror that echoed through the air. Kate's laughter rang out mockingly as she watched the tiny soldiers plummeting to their deaths. "Uh oh, look at them fall! How pitiful!" she taunted, her voice dripping with disdain. "Did you really think you could escape, puny dummies? What a joke!"

Upon falling from the bridge, some of the inhumans found themselves landing on Kate's chest. While most of them met a swift demise as they bounced back, a few tumbled into the crevice of her cleavage, stuck into the darkness between her breasts.

With a mixture of curiosity and wariness, Kate plucked one of the tiny figure from the confines of her massive bosom, only to discover that it bore no resemblance to a human. Its purple skin and pointed ears marked it as something altogether different.

"What the hell is this? It's, like, some sort of purple elf or something." Kate mused silently to herself.

As Kate scrutinized the peculiar creature in her hand, her curiosity piqued. "What race are you?" she asked the tiny figure, her tone softened with a hint of curiosity.

The Duskenthra looked up at her with wide, fearful eyes, his voice trembling as he responded, "Oh m-mighty one, I... I'm a Duskenthra, and I surrender unconditionally. I beg for mercy. I'll do anything to survive."

Kate's demeanor shifted, her eyes narrowing as she considered the trembling Duskenthra before her. "You’re right to be trembling like a little bitch." she retorted, her voice laced with menace. "You're just a puny snack to me."

With a mischievous glint in her eye, Kate tossed the tiny inhuman into her mouth, feeling his tiny form against her tongue. She suckled on him for a couple of seconds, savoring the strange taste that lingered on her palate. Then, with a swift gulp, she swallowed him down, feeling the tiny creature slide down her throat.

"Mmmm, wow, sweet." Kate realized with a hint of surprise.

Kate glanced down into the depths of her cleavage, where the remaining inhumans pleaded desperately for their lives. "Ohh, nice!" Kate exclaimed with a twisted grin as she realized she had plenty of tiny captives to devour. She swiftly collected them all, feeling their tiny bodies wriggling against her palm. Their cries echoed faintly in her ears as she raised her hand, contemplating their fate.

Kate licked her lips slowly, relishing the moment, as she eyed the trembling inhumans. "Mmmm, guess it's snack time." she taunted, her tone dripping with dark humor. "And you little ones? You're my sweet treat." In a decisive motion, she tilted her hand, sending the inhumans cascading into her open mouth. Their pleas were drowned out by the sound of her chewing as she consumed them, their lives ending in the darkness of her throat.

"Alright, now we're talking!" Kate murmured with a smirk, feeling her hunger kick into high gear. "Damn, this just makes me even hungrier."

Returning her attention to the battlefield below, Kate's gaze fell upon another large bridge. "Nice! More of them sweet things." she remarked with a grin, excitement evident in her voice. With a single motion she seized the bridge, its weight feeling insignificant beneath her colossal grasp.

As she observed the tiny figures on the bridge, Kate's eyes widened in surprise. "What the hell? Are those tiny werewolves?" she exclaimed looking at the Lupenthralls, her tone a mix of shock and intrigue. "Hum, I wonder how they taste."

Positioning her mouth at one end of the structure, she tilted it with a deliberate tilt, unleashing a cascade of inhumans into the void below. In that moment, time seemed to slow as the inhuman soldiers plummeted towards her waiting maw. Their anguished cries echoed in the air, mingling with the sound of their bodies crashing against each other. Some found themselves ensnared by the gaping chasm of Kate's mouth, disappearing into the darkness within, their cries abruptly silenced as Kate chewed on them. Others, however, missed their mark, their bodies colliding with the hard earth, their screams filling the air with an unsettling cacophony. Still others landed upon Kate's titanic bosom, where they clawed and scrambled, their tiny forms a stark contrast to her titanic tits.

"Fuck, this keeps happening..." Kate exclaimed with a frustrated chuckle as she looked down at her bosom.

With precision, Kate positioned her index finger, aiming at the inhumans that had landed on her chest. Using her fingers, she flicked them off her bosom like a titan's hammer, sending the tiny figures flying away. The impact was swift and brutal, bones snapping and bodies scattering under the force of her touch.

With the destruction of the last bridge now complete, the remainder of the inhuman army found themselves confined within the trenches, their only path forward leading directly into the city. As panic swept through their ranks, they began to converge towards the city gate, their desperation driving them forward.

Meanwhile, Kate, realizing the gravity of the situation, set her sights on the city gate with a steely determination to condemn it. “Ugh, right, I should block the gate…” Kate realized as she walked towards the outer city gate.

Each step she took was meticulously chosen to maximize casualties among the inhuman ranks. With her first step, the earth shuddered as the sheer force of her weight caused the ground to crack beneath her feet. Inhumans caught in the immediate vicinity stumbled and fell, their tiny bodies crushed beneath the unforgiving pressure of her stride. Bones snapped and screams echoed as they were swiftly dispatched by the giantess's unstoppable march.

As Kate took her second step, the devastation only intensified. Two dozen inhumans desperately attempted to scatter as the giant foot descended on them and snuffed out their puny lives.

With each subsequent step, the casualties mounted, the inhuman soldiers disappearing underfoot by the relentless advance of the giantess as she left behind giant footprints filled with tiny crushed bodies. Kate chuckled as she took a few glances at her footprints, which seemed more like mass graveyards.

Finally, as she reached the city gate, Kate's towering figure loomed over the entrance, her presence a formidable obstacle to any who dared to challenge her.

“Tsk tsk tsk, where do you think you're going guys?” Kate asked rhetorically as she lowered herself on her knees, crushing several tiny specks.

“Hmm... how can I block the gate?” Kate pondered as the answer immediately came to her mind. “Ohh! I know!” she exclaimed, looking at her chest.

With that, Kate removed her tank top and rolled it into a makeshift barrier, which only partially blocked the gate. "Alright then, the pants too." Kate concluded as she removed her jeans, clumsily trampling several dozen soldiers in the process.

“Oops! Sorry, guys!” she exclaimed when dozens died from her trivial movements as she removed her shoes, then her pants, and finally put her shoes back on.

With her pants in hand, Kate rolled them into a ball, and added them to her improvised barrier, which now completely blocked the main gate entrance.

“There we go!” exclaimed Kate, proud of herself.

Now clad only in her underwear, Kate's magnificent chest heaved with exertion, her bare skin glistening with sweat and blood in the dim light of the battlefield.

With a fierce determination burning in her eyes, Kate stood before the city gate, her towering figure casting a shadow over the dozens and dozens of trapped inhumans who stood between her and the condemned gate. Their desperate cries filled the air as they realized they had nowhere to escape, but Kate's resolve remained unshaken as she prepared to unleash her wrath upon them.

Standing on her knees, Kate raised her two massive fists high above her head, and took a deep breath, her chest rising and falling with the anticipation of the impending onslaught.

"It’s annihilation time, little pests!" Kate's voice boomed across the battlefield, her tone dripping with mocking amusement.

With a primal roar that echoed across the battlefield, she brought her fists crashing down with devastating force. As Kate's fists descended upon the trapped inhumans, their screams filled the air, a chorus of agony and despair that echoed across the battlefield.

"Please, mercy!"

“We yield!”

"We surrender! We surrender!"

"Mercy, giant! Mercy!"

"We'll do anything, let us live!"

"Stop, please! We beg you!"

"Please, spare us!"

The cries grew more desperate with each passing moment, the inhumans' voices rising in a cacophony of pain and fear. But their pleas fell on deaf ears as Kate's onslaught continued unabated, their screams drowned out by her relentless fury.

The impact of Kate’s fists was like a thunderclap, sending shockwaves rippling through the air and shaking the very ground beneath her. The inhumans below stood no chance against the sheer power of her blows, their frail bodies crushed and pulverized under the relentless force of her fists.

Bones shattered and flesh gave way as Kate's fists descended upon her enemies, each strike leaving a trail of destruction in its wake. The air was thick with the sound of their anguished cries and the sickening crunch of their bodies being reduced to nothing more than broken remnants.

As she continued her relentless assault, Kate's movements became a blur of motion, her fists raining down upon the hapless inhumans. With each strike, the casualties mounted dramatically, the inhuman mass standing before Kate quickly decimated into a pool of blood and gore.

With the main city gate now condemned, Kate rose to her full height once more, her towering figure casting a long shadow over the inhumans who knelt before her, their voices raised in desperate pleas for mercy.

But Kate's resolve remained unyielding as she surveyed the scene before her, her eyes narrowing with determination. With a single, resolute step forward, she brought her colossal foot crashing down upon the kneeling inhumans, their cries of mercy drowned out by the thunderous impact.

“Fuck you! I’m not taking any prisoners!” she yelled while crushing them.

As Kate strode forward with determination, her colossal form dominating the battlefield, her foot suddenly caught on a protruding rock, causing her to stumble. With a thunderous crash, she tumbled to the ground, her massive body careening forward and landing heavily amidst the sea of inhumans who knelt before her.

"BOOOOM!" came the resounding crash as Kate's colossal figure plummeted to the ground, shaking the earth beneath her.

In an instant, the air was filled with the deafening sound of bones snapping and flesh tearing as Kate's immense weight crushed over one hundred inhumans beneath her. Their screams of terror were drowned out by the sickening crunch of their bodies being pulverized under the weight of the fallen giantess.

For a brief moment, Kate lay motionless on the ground, her chest heaving with exertion as she struggled to regain her footing. "Ugh, of all the times to trip… this is so embarrassing." Kate thought to herself. "Okay, okay, I'm fine. Just a little stumble, no big deal." Kate’s voice echoed.

As Kate lay on the ground, her vision blurred momentarily from the impact, she slowly blinked her eyes to clear her vision. What greeted her was a chaotic scene of tiny figures scrambling frantically around her. Hundreds of inhumans, their movements a blur of panicked motion. Some were attempting to crawl away from her massive form, their trembling bodies barely able to carry them. Others seemed to be gathering around fallen comrades, their tiny hands reaching out in vain attempts to help. A few brave souls stood their ground, their weapons raised defiantly, though they seemed more desperate than determined.

One tiny soldier charged towards her, going for her eye, but Kate gently flicked him, sending him to the ground. With a hypocritical gentle smile, she applied her index finger to him and pressed until he exploded into a minuscule splash of blood.

Finding it satisfying, Kate repeated the process a few times, singling out tiny soldiers and slowly killing them with her index finger. She flicked them, tapped them into the dirt, and pretended to duel with those that wielded spears, giving them some chances until she got bored and killed them swiftly.

“Alright enough fun, let’s end this.” Kate decided.

Still lying on the ground, Kate extended her arm before her, sweeping it across the field in one powerful motion. The earth trembled as her colossal arm crushed over fifty inhumans beneath its weight in a single swipe. Their screams were drowned out by the thunderous impact, leaving a trail of devastation in Kate's wake.

Kate's chest heaved with exertion as she struggled to rise from the ground, her once pristine breasts now smeared with blood and gore from the inhumans she had unwittingly crushed beneath her colossal bosom. With a grimace of determination, she planted her hands firmly on the ground, the weight of her palms causing several more inhumans to meet their demise beneath her.

As Kate pushed herself upright, she was greeted by the satisfying sight of over one hundred inhumans who lay broken and lifeless beneath her, their bodies reduced to nothing more than mangled remnants of their former selves.

With a grunt of effort, Kate pushed herself back onto her knees, her breath ragged as she surveyed the scene before her. The air was thick with the stench of death, the ground littered with the broken bodies of her enemies.

Then, Kate heard Lucy’s voice, “Hey Kate, I could use a hand over here!”

Kate turned around and saw Lucy on all fours, her face close to the ground as she crushed the tiny invaders inside the city, careful not to kill their own people.

“Right… give me a minute. I’m on my way!” Kate replied to Lucy.

As Kate surveyed the blood-soaked battlefield, her eyes narrowed with determination. Every moment spent slaughtering the inhuman horde was a moment that her people inside the city remained in danger. It was time to end this quickly and go to their aid.

Looking at the trenches, Kate got an idea.

With purposeful strides, Kate traversed the battlefield, her colossal feet acting as bloody brooms, sweeping scores of inhumans into the surrounding trenches. With each step, she sent waves of enemies tumbling into the depths, their panicked cries echoing through the air as they disappeared from sight.

“Alright puny insects, let’s clean up this big mess you made!” Kate said mockingly as she flung them to their death into the giant trenches.

The ground trembled beneath Kate's immense weight as she moved with precision, her movements fluid and deliberate. With each sweeping motion, the ranks of the inhuman army dwindled, their numbers diminishing as they were swallowed by the yawning chasms that awaited them.

The inhumans scrambled desperately to evade Kate's relentless advance, but her towering figure left them with nowhere to hide. With each sweep of her feet, she cleared a path through the horde.

As Kate finally stopped her carnage and surveyed the battlefield, a sense of grim satisfaction washed over her. The ground and trenches were littered with the broken bodies of her enemies, a testament to the devastation she had wrought upon the inhuman horde. Hundreds, no… thousands, lay strewn across the blood-soaked earth, their twisted forms silent testimony to the ferocity of her assault.

As soon as Kate had departed to eliminate enemy forces outside the city, Jack and Lucy, for their part, focused on securing Elysium Haven. Jack exclaimed, "Lucy, take the outer city. I'll handle the inner city."

Upon surveying the situation in the outer city, Lucy comprehended the full extent of the carnage. The streets were a grotesque tableau of brutality and bloodshed.

Lupenthralls, their claws gleaming like daggers, tore through the citizens with merciless abandon. Flesh was torn asunder, bones were shattered, and the agonized cries of the helpless pierced the air as the inhuman beasts mercilessly carved a path of destruction through the defenseless populace.

Meanwhile, the Duskenthra stalked their prey with deadly precision, wielding spears tipped with barbed points. With each thrust, they impaled their victims with ruthless efficiency, their eyes alight with a feral hunger for slaughter.

Human defenders, their faces twisted in terror, fled desperately for cover as the onslaught raged around them. Arrows whistled through the air, finding their marks amidst the chaos and adding to the ever-growing tally of the dead and dying.

With the arrival of the giants, however, the inhuman forces knew they needed to quickly decide on how to adapt their strategy.

The inhuman invaders inside the city quickly recognized the danger posed by the brunette giantess rampaging outside the city walls. For them, safety lay within the confines of Elysium Haven, that is, provided they could secure hostages to use as leverage against the giants.

With grim determination, Duskenthra Captain Zethrak's voice rose above the chaos, commanding authority cutting through the din of battle. "Breach the temple's door," he ordered, "and seize every human you can find as hostages!" Zethrak's command reverberated through the ranks of the inhumans, sparking a feverish frenzy as they surged towards the Golden Temple with ruthless intent.

The Golden Temple stood as a beacon of refuge and sanctuary within Elysium Haven, its sacred halls a bastion of safety. Situated in the heart of the outer city, near the main marketplace, it was a natural destination for the populace to seek shelter.

Within its hallowed walls, the Golden Temple was filled to the brim with civilians seeking solace from the chaos engulfing their city. Mothers clutched their children tightly to their chests, tears streaming down their faces as they sought to shield their little ones from the horrors unfolding outside. Fathers stood trembling with fear, their hands gripping whatever makeshift weapons they could find, ready to die defending their loved ones. Lucy's devout followers encircled a towering statue of their goddess, clasping hands in unity. With heads bowed, they prayed to their Golden Goddess, their voices blending in a frenzied chorus of supplication.

Outside the Golden Temple, the Duskenthra warriors were poised for invasion. Captain Zethrak kept barking orders to his men, “Breach those doors now, if you want to live!” he yelled , urgency rippling through his voice as he spotted the blonde giantess approaching, seemingly targeting them specifically.

Duskenthra soldiers wielded the battering ram with rage, their determined grunts filling the air as they relentlessly worked on breaching the imposing wooden door to the Golden Temple.

"Again!… Again!!!… Again!!!!!" yelled Captain Zethrak, his voice leading the battering of the ram, panic gripping him as the blonde giantess drew nearer.

As she approached her Golden Temple, Lucy's gaze swept across the sea of inhuman invaders gathering before its doors, her fury mounting with each passing moment. "How dare you, puny specks." she bellowed, her voice thundering like a clap of thunder amidst the chaos of battle.

With a disdainful snarl, Lucy lifted her colossal foot high into the air, her immense form casting a shadow over the terrified horde below.

Captain Zethrak froze in fear as he watched an immense foot hover just above him, the chilling realization of his imminent death dawning upon him.

In a display of raw power, Lucy brought her foot crashing down upon the mass of inhumans with devastating force. The ground trembled beneath her titanic weight as over a dozen of the creatures were effortlessly crushed beneath her sneaker. Chaos erupted within the inhuman formation, their ranks breaking into a frenzied panic as they scrambled in all directions to escape the wrath of the giantess.

To Lucy's towering perspective, their movements seemed absurdly slow and futile as she continued to unleash her fury upon them. With each thunderous stomp, she decimated scores of the inhuman horde, their bodies crushed like mere insects.

In only a few seconds, Lucy had dispatched a hundred of them, their crushed forms strewn across the ground in a macabre tableau of death and destruction.

Inside the sacred walls of the Golden Temple, a immediate sense of overwhelming relief washed over the congregation as the brutal onslaught of the invaders against the door abruptly ceased. "Our goddess has heard our pleas." exclaimed one of Lucy's followers, his voice trembling with fervor and reverence. "Praise be to Lucy, our savior!" cried another, her words echoing off the temple walls with frantic urgency. With tears of gratitude streaming down their faces, Lucy’s worshippers erupted into a cacophony of frenzied praise, their voices rising in a crescendo of jubilant fervor. "Lucy, our protector! Lucy, our everything!" they chanted, their words infused with a desperate devotion born of the harrowing Golden Trials they had endured.

As Lucy surveyed Elysium Haven, she swiftly identified another assembly of enemy forces within the fortified district of Ironheart Keep, nestled on the outskirts of the city within its outer walls. Enclosed by formidable barriers of its own, including towering walls and stout gates, Ironheart Keep stood as the paramount military bastion of Elysium Haven. Boasting barracks, armories, and watchtowers, it provided a sanctuary for civilians seeking shelter from the encroaching invaders.

Within the walls of the Keep, a scene of desperate resistance unfolded as human defenders, a ragtag group of Kate’s soldiers and any man old enough to wield a blade, battled ferociously against the relentless onslaught of the inhuman horde.

The Lupenthralls, their fur matted with blood and eyes gleaming with feral hunger, tore into the ranks of human warriors with savage abandon, their razor-sharp claws rending flesh and bone with each frenzied swipe. The Duskenthra, with their barbed spears wielded with deadly precision, impaled any who dared challenge their advance.

"Hold the line, lads!" shouted Knight Captain Roderick, a tall, muscular man at the forefront of Kate’s heavily-armored unit. "We can't let these vile monsters take the Keep! For Mistress Kate! For Elysium!" His roar echoed across the battlefield, his eyes blazing with determination as he deflected blow after blow from the Lupenthralls, rallying his comrades to stand firm.

At Knight Captain Roderick's side, a young man, barely more than a boy, fought with a ferocity born of desperation, his face twisted in a mask of grim resolve. Despite his valiant efforts, a Lupenthrall's cruel strike found its mark, and the boy fell with a pained cry, his lifeblood staining the ground beneath him.

Amidst the clash of arms, cries of pain mingled with shouts of defiance, each defender fighting with every ounce of strength they possessed to stem the tide of inhuman invaders. But despite their bravery, the odds seemed insurmountable as the relentless assault threatened to overwhelm them at every turn.

And then, in the midst of the chaos and carnage, they saw her: the Golden Goddess of Elysium Haven. Towering above the battlefield, her colossal form unleashed a relentless onslaught upon the bulk of the enemy forces outside the keep, her giant foot repeatedly crashing down with thunderous force, crushing dozens and dozens of inhuman invaders beneath its weight.

"Hold fast, lads!" shouted Knight Captain Roderick, his voice strained with urgency as he rallied his comrades. "The Golden Goddess fights for us! We must stand firm and hold our ground!" he continued. In one swift motion, he parried a spear from a charging Duskenthra and countered by thrusting his broadsword into the enemy's guts.

With renewed determination, the defenders pressed forward, emboldened by the sight of their towering protector wreaking havoc upon their foes. Each blow from Lucy's mighty foot sent shockwaves rippling through the ranks of the enemy, scattering them in disarray as they scrambled to evade her wrath.

"We will not falter!" cried Knight Captain Roderick, his voice rising above the din of battle. "For Mistress Kate! For the Golden Goddess!"

After decimating the enemy forces outside the keep, Lucy lowered herself on all fours to gain a better view of the battlefield below. From her towering vantage point, she observed the line of human defenders, a mixture of seasoned soldiers from Kate’s army and frightened peasants armed with makeshift weapons. In front of them loomed a much larger formation of enemies, armed with shields and long spears, their ranks brimming with malice and bloodlust.

With a deep growl rumbling in her chest, Lucy extended her colossal hand and grabbed a handful of the tiny invaders. In one swift motion, she clenched her fist, crushing a dozen of them into a pulpy mass of flesh and bone.

"These tiny pests think they can threaten my subjects." Lucy mused, her eyes blazing with righteous fury. "They seriously think they can challenge the might of a goddess? They're about to learn their place the hard way."

Lucy's massive fingers closed around another cluster of inhuman invaders, their panicked shrieks barely audible amidst the chaos of battle. She exerted just enough pressure to slowly, painfully, squeeze the life out of them.

Lucy then spotted a group of Lupenthralls trying to flank the defenders. With a swift motion, she brought her thumb crashing down upon them, their bodies flattened into a gruesome mosaic of blood and fur. The sickening crunch of bones echoed through the air as Lucy's thumb descended again and again, each blow extinguishing the life from yet another of the tiny invaders.

Not far from there, a squad of Duskenthra attempted hopelessly to mount a defense against the towering giantess. Their spears gleamed in the dim light, but their efforts were futile against Lucy's titanic strength. With a contemptuous snarl, she plucked the weapons from their grasp, snapping them like twigs between her fingers before turning her attention to the hapless creatures themselves. One by one, she crushed them beneath her colossal digits, their bodies squelching sickeningly as they met their end.

On the other side, a group of inhuman archers unleashed a volley of arrows in a desperate attempt to fend off Lucy's advance. But their arrows proved as ineffective as their comrades' spears, bouncing harmlessly off Lucy's impervious jeans. With a disdainful chuckle, she reached down and plucked the archers from their hiding spots, crushing them between her fingers with casual ease.

In the back, a small group of inhuman soldiers attempted to flee from the relentless onslaught of Lucy's wrath. But there was no escape from Lucy. With a single sweep of her hand, she crushed them up like insects, their feeble struggles futile against her might. In the blink of an eye, they were reduced to nothing more than a smear upon the ground, their existence snuffed out in an instant.

As the chaotic symphony of battle gradually subsided, Lucy made her way toward the tiny knight who had valiantly led the defense of the keep. His once gleaming armor now bore the scars of the fierce combat, dented and battered from the relentless onslaught. His weary eyes spoke volumes of the toll the battle had taken, dark circles etched beneath them, and his brow furrowed with fatigue. Blood, both his own and that of his fallen comrades, streaked his face.

"Your display of dedication hasn't escaped my notice," Lucy began, directing her attention to the diminutive knight, her voice carrying an air of admiration. "I must admit, your devotion has impressed me."

Knight Captain Roderick’s expression softened with gratitude at her words. "Many thanks to you, my lady. It was an honor to fight alongside you."

"What is your name?" Lucy inquired, her tone curious.

"Sir Roderick, at your service, divine goddess." the knight replied with a nod, his voice tinged with both weariness and pride.

A faint smile played on Lucy's lips as she continued, "Your mistress, Kate, will surely be proud of your bravery, Sir Roderick. But know this, as the Golden Goddess, I expect unwavering loyalty from the citizens of Elysium Haven. I expect you to become a fervent follower and to worship me as your protector and guardian."

Sir Roderick’s eyes widened in surprise at her request, but after a moment of contemplation, he nodded solemnly. "If it means ensuring the safety of our city and its people, then I shall worship the Golden Goddess with all my heart."

“Very well.” replied Lucy with a satisfied smile.

With a delicate yet firm grip, Lucy seized Sir Roderick by his cape, lifting him towards her towering figure. Despite his polite protests and confused inquiries, she held him steady, her colossal hands handling him with a surprising gentleness amidst the chaos of battle.

"Milady, w-wait, what… what are you doing?" Sir Roderick's voice rang out, filled with confusion and apprehension.

But Lucy remained resolute, her expression unreadable as she positioned him above her massive, luscious breasts, each one a monument to feminine allure. Their soft curves seemed to beckon him, promising safety amidst the turmoil of war.

"I will show you how to worship me, dear Roderick." she replied, her voice a low, sultry rumble, barely audible amidst the din of battle. Her breath was warm against his skin, sending shivers down his spine.

With a delicate movement, she gently placed Roderick in the crevice between her breasts, his body snug against the warmth of her skin. The air thickened around him, filled with Lucy’s scent and the natural aroma of battle

As Roderick found himself enveloped by the velvety softness of Lucy's ample bosom, a wave of sensations washed over him. The heat radiating from her body enveloped him like a cocoon, a stark contrast to the cold steel of his armor and the clammy fear of the battlefield. Beads of sweat formed on his brow, mingling with the gentle sheen of Lucy's skin as he struggled to draw breath in the oppressive closeness.

"I-I can't breathe." he gasped, his voice strained with discomfort. "Please, let me go."

"Brave knight," Lucy's voice rumbled with authority, "your Golden Trials are beginning."

With Roderick nestled securely in her cleavage, Lucy rose to her feet, her towering figure casting a shadow over the besieged city of Elysium Haven. Surveying the chaotic scene below, her keen eyes honed in on several clusters of valiant human defenders locked in mortal combat with the relentless inhuman invaders.

With an air of imperious resolve, Lucy advanced confidently toward the closest skirmish, her strides deliberate and commanding, her expression a portrait of unyielding determination.

With Kate decimating the bulk of the enemy forces outside the city and Lucy securing the outer city, Jack turned his attention to the defense of the inner city.

From Jack's perspective, the inner city of Elysium Haven seemed like a bustling hive of activity, now thrown into chaos by the relentless onslaught of the inhuman invaders. The once bustling streets were now a frantic maze of panicked civilians and desperate defenders, scrambling for safety amidst the chaos. Buildings that once stood proudly now bore the scars of battle, their walls pockmarked by arrows and scorched by fire.

As Jack surveyed the scene, he could see the town square, usually a bustling center of commerce and community, now overrun by enemy forces. The grand town hall, a symbol of authority and governance, was under siege. Guard towers that once offered a watchful eye over the city now lay in ruins, their defenders overwhelmed by the sheer numbers of the enemy.

From his vantage point, Jack could see clusters of inhumans pouring through the main inner city gate, their ranks swelling with each passing moment. Jack knew that he had to act quickly to stem the tide of the enemy's advance and protect the inner city from total devastation. The breach at the main gate posed a critical threat, with hundreds of the invaders bottlenecked there.

Without hesitation, Jack lunged towards the inner city gate, his massive form descending upon the trapped inhumans with crushing force. A group of Lupenthralls in the back of the enemy formation met their demise as he brought his foot down upon them, their bodies crushed beneath his colossal weight.

Jack's colossal foot next descended upon around two dozens Duskenthra infantry, crushing them into a bloody pulp beneath his immense weight. Bones snapped, and bodies were reduced to nothing more than mangled remnants as the ground trembled with the force of his stomp. Blood sprayed in all directions, painting the battlefield in a grotesque tableau of death and destruction.

As Jack continued stomping on them, the inhumans scrambled frantically in a desperate attempt to escape his colossal footfalls. Some tried to dart away, their tiny figures weaving through the chaos, while others fell to the ground, curling into futile balls of defense. Their panicked cries filled the air, mingling with the sickening sounds of bones crunching and bodies being pulverized under Jack's immense weight. Despite their efforts, they found themselves trapped in a relentless onslaught, unable to evade the merciless force bearing down upon them.

With each successive stomp, Jack's colossal foot pulverized the enemy formation before the gate into a grisly pool of blood and gore. The ground trembled with each impact as bones shattered and bodies were flattened beneath his relentless assault. The once-organized ranks of the enemy were reduced to a chaotic mess of broken limbs and torn flesh.

With the enemy forces at the main gate reduced to nothing but a gruesome spectacle of gore, Jack's gaze swept across the inner city, focusing on other areas where the inhumans had concentrated their forces. The town square and grand town hall emerged as focal points of the ongoing battle.

The grand town hall of Elysium Haven served as a stronghold for citizens, offering sturdy walls and strategic positioning for defense. Its symbolic importance and spacious interior made it a natural refuge for those seeking safety amidst chaos.

Jack's gaze narrowed as he scrutinized the unfolding chaos. Before the grand town hall, a ragtag assembly of Kate's battle-hardened soldiers and weary city guards stood as a last line of defense. Their faces bore the weight of impending defeat, etched with grim resignation as they valiantly fought against the unyielding tide of invaders.

"Stand firm, damn it!" barked City Guard Captain Alaric, his voice strained with exhaustion as he blocked a spear from a Duskenthra. "We can't let them breach the town hall!"

But the defenders were outnumbered and outmatched, their weapons barely making a dent in the thick hide of their inhuman foes. With each passing moment, more of their comrades fell, their screams echoing through the square as they were torn limb from limb by the merciless horde.

In a corner of the square, City Guard Sergeant Corbin fought with the ferocity of a cornered beast, his sword stained crimson with the blood of his enemies. But for every inhuman he struck down, two more seemed to take its place, their dark forms closing in around him like vultures on a carcass.

"You want a fight, you bastards?" Sergeant Corbin growled, his voice tinged with desperation as he swung his sword with reckless abandon. "Then come and get it!"

But the Lupenthralls were unrelenting, their savage claws tearing through Sergeant Corbin’s armor. He fought on valiantly, but it was only a matter of time before he too fell beneath the weight of their numbers, his body joining the growing pile of corpses littering the square.

Elsewhere in the chaos, Footman Edwin found himself overwhelmed by a swarm of inhuman attackers, their twisted forms closing in around him from all sides. He swung his sword with all his might, but it was like trying to hold back the tide with a broomstick. "Gods damn it!" he cursed, his voice choked with despair as he felt the claws of the enemy tearing into his flesh. "We're done for..."

In just two immense strides, Jack positioned himself above the town square, where the throng of invaders amassed. His colossal form cast a daunting shadow over the chaos below as he knelt down, bringing himself closer to the scene of carnage. He clenched his massive hand into a tight fist, selecting a group of tiny enemies beneath him.

As his fist descended with the force of a hundred battering rams, there was a sickening crunch that echoed through the air, drowned out only by the panicked screams of the inhumans below. Jack felt the impact reverberating through his entire being as his fist collided with the ground, pulverizing his helpless adversaries into minuscule pools of blood and gore.

With a visceral sense of satisfaction, Jack withdrew his fist from the earth, revealing the grisly aftermath of his onslaught. Eight tiny bodies lay scattered amidst the crimson splatter, their fragile forms broken and lifeless.

The surrounding inhuman soldiers, witnessing the merciless display of power, were consumed by panic. Desperation etched upon their faces, they scrambled frantically in a futile attempt to evade the impending doom of the giant fist.

Jack's massive fist descended again and again upon the ground with bone-crushing force, each impact sending shockwaves rippling through the earth. Dozens of inhumans met their demise under the relentless onslaught, their puny bodies reduced to nothing more than broken, bloody pulp. Limbs flew in all directions, painting the once pristine cobblestones with streaks of crimson as screams of agony pierced the air.

Jack shifted his attention to the front line of the grand town hall, where the inhumans pressed their assault with ferocious intensity. With a calculated swipe of his right hand, he cleaved through their ranks, his colossal strength pulverizing their bodies with brutal efficiency. Yet, amidst the chaos, Jack remained mindful of the defenders, ensuring that his devastating blows spared them.

As the chaos settled in the wake of Jack's fierce attack, he swiftly shifted his focus to securing the main access to the inner city. Urgently, he looked at Captain Alaric, his tone commanding.

"Captain Alaric, gather the remaining men and head to the inner city gate. I've cleared out the enemy forces there, but we need to ensure it stays secure." Jack ordered.

"Understood, sir. We'll move out immediately." replied Captain Alaric, his voice resolute.

As Captain Alaric rushed off to rally his troops, Jack scanned the area with vigilance, searching for any lingering threats. With the main gate under control, Jack could focus on eliminating remaining pockets of enemy resistance within the inner city.

After decimating the army outside, Kate swiftly returned to the city, joining Lucy to secure the outer perimeter. Covered in blood, her bra stained with gore, Kate's imposing figure towered over the battlefield. She noticed Lucy on all fours, her face close to the ground, methodically eliminating tiny invaders with a precise touch.

"Lucy, any word on my soldiers?" Kate inquired, her voice echoing across the chaos.

Lucy nodded, her focus unwavering. "Some are holding up Ironheart Keep, I helped them clear out the enemies there." she replied calmly, her gaze focused on the ground before her.

"Thanks, I owe you one!" Kate acknowledged with a nod before turning her attention back to the battlefield.

Deciding to emulate Lucy's approach, Kate lowered herself to all fours, taking care not to trample any of their people. As she scanned the area, her keen eyes spotted one of her soldiers hopelessly defending a house from a group of Lupenthralls. He wielded his sword with determination, visibly wounded and outnumbered, with two fallen comrades nearby.

With a gentle yet firm touch, Kate scooped up the wounded soldier with her left hand, lifting him out of harm's way. Then, with swift precision, she dispatched the Lupenthralls by crushing them between her colossal fingers.

"Are you alright?" Kate asked her tiny soldier, concern evident in her voice.

"I… I'll manage, mistress Kate." the soldier replied, his voice filled with gratitude.

"Cool," Kate started, "I'll put you in my bra for now. It should keep you safe."

With that, Kate lowered the tiny soldier in her bra cup.

As Kate continued to decimate the tiny invaders with her fingers, her movements were swift and deliberate. With each touch, inhumans were crushed into tiny red dots, their resistance futile.

Amidst the chaos, Kate spotted a group of civilians huddled together, their faces filled with terror as they desperately sought refuge from the onslaught.

"Hey guys!" Kate called out, her voice booming across the battlefield. "Come to me, I’ll bring you to safety."

Without hesitation, the civilians scrambled towards her, their tiny forms dwarfed by her immense stature. With careful precision, Kate scooped them up and placed them securely inside her bra cup, ensuring they were shielded from harm as she continued to crush the inhuman horde.

As Kate converged on Ironheart Keep, her soldiers stood at attention, their eyes widening in awe as they beheld their bloody mistress's approach. With each step she took, her colossal breasts swayed hypnotically, accentuating her goddess-like stature and filling the air with a tantalizing aura of power and sensuality.

"Hey, boys." Kate said as she addressed her soldiers. "Need a hand here?"

One of the soldiers stepped forward. "We...we have the Keep secured, mistress." he replied, his tone filled with reverence.

Satisfied with their response, Kate nodded in acknowledgment. Without hesitation, she reached behind her back and unclasped her bra, revealing her titanic G-cup breasts in all their glory, their supple curves and soft flesh a testament to her divine beauty.

The bra, containing about two dozen people she had plucked from the chaos of battle, was carefully deposited on the ground before her.

"Make sure they get help!" she ordered, her voice firm yet compassionate as she addressed her submissive soldiers. With a final glance at the gathered civilians, Kate turned and strode away to resume her defense of Elysium Haven.

With relentless focus and effort, Kate, Lucy, and Jack gradually secured the city, eliminating the bulk of the forces and then taking the remaining ones as captives. Over a hundred of the tiny inhuman invaders were now detained.

As Kate surveyed the captured inhumans with disdain, her thoughts drifted to the ones she had mercilessly flung into the trenches earlier. Curiosity piqued, she quickly made her way to the trenches, eager to assess the aftermath of her previous actions.

Approaching the trenches, Kate's keen eyes scanned the scene before her. The trenches were filled with the lifeless bodies of fallen inhumans, their twisted forms lying motionless amidst the mud and debris. However, to her surprise, many of them were still moving, some desperately clinging to life despite their grievous injuries.

"Well, well, what do we have here..." Kate taunted the surviving inhumans trapped inside the trenches.

A smirk played on Kate's lips as she observed the futile attempts of the tiny invaders to crawl free from the carnage. Without a moment's hesitation, she raised her foot high above the trench, her towering figure casting a shadow over the pitiful creatures below.

"No! Please, have mercy!" one of the inhumans pleaded, his tiny voice barely audible amidst the chaos.

But Kate paid no heed to their pleas, her smirk widening into a cruel grin as she brought her foot down with bone-crushing force. The ground trembled beneath her colossal weight as she stomped through the entire trench, step after step, her colossal strength obliterating every remaining survivor in its path.

The cries of mercy were drowned out by the sickening sound of bones crunching and bodies being pulverized under her relentless assault. Oblivious to the desperate pleas of the tiny invaders, Kate ensured that they were all reduced to nothing more than dirt beneath her colossal foot.

With a satisfied nod, Kate turned and walked away, meeting Jack and Lucy who had walked to her outside the city. Jack’s expression was a mixture of awe and concern as he took in the extent of the destruction Kate had wrought upon the inhuman army. Lucy stood beside him, her eyes wide with astonishment at the sheer scale of Kate's destruction.

"Kate, good lord…" Jack said, his voice barely above a whisper.

Kate turned to face them, her gaze steely with determination. "I did what needed to be done." she replied, her voice cold and unwavering. "These little shits attacked our people. They had it coming."

Jack paused, doing some quick mental math as he surveyed the battlefield. The sheer number of tiny broken bodies strewn across the ground was staggering, and he estimated that Kate had single-handedly decimated over two thousand inhumans.

As Kate approached them, her expression hardened with determination. "I want revenge!" she declared, her voice tinged with anger and grief.

Jack paused for a moment, "Kate, I... I think you've already gotten your revenge." Jack said cautiously, gesturing towards the battlefield where thousands of tiny bodies lay motionless amidst the carnage. "Look around you... you've single-handedly decimated their forces. You must have killed thousands of them!"

But Kate's eyes blazed with a fierce intensity as she shook her head. "Thousands is not enough, Jack!" she retorted, her voice filled with fury. "A lot of them have escaped." she added, her voice lower. "And their leaders might still be out there. I want them dead, Jack. All of them!"

As Kate's voice echoed through the ruins of Elysium Haven, her declaration of war hung heavy in the air. With grim determination, she had vowed revenge.

As the dust settled and the aftermath of the devastating battle became apparent, the leaders of the inhumans found themselves among the survivors amidst the battle of Elysium Haven. Despite suffering severe losses at the hands of the giants, they remained resolute in their determination to retreat to the safety of Thraenor, their homeland, and fortify their position.

King Drak'zul, Gorshak, and Feralyn gathered. "We have suffered a great loss today." King Drak'zul declared, his voice heavy with grief and anger. "But our fight is far from over. We will retreat to Thraenor, regroup our forces, and prepare to strike back with even greater ferocity."

Gorshak's massive form trembled with rage as he clenched his fists, his eyes burning with a fierce resolve. "The giants may have won this battle, but they won’t win the war!" he growled, his voice rumbling like thunder. "We will gather our remaining forces and fortify our positions. When the time comes, we will unleash our fury upon them once more."

Feralyn, her lupine features twisted in a snarl of defiance, nodded in agreement. "The giants may have driven us back, but they will soon learn that we cannot be defeated so easily." she declared, her voice a low, guttural growl. "We will return stronger than ever, ready to reclaim what is rightfully ours."

With a resounding chorus of determination, the leaders of the inhumans retreated from the defeat of Elysium Haven, their hearts filled with a fierce resolve to regroup, rebuild, and unleash their fury upon their enemies once more.

As the ships sailed towards Thraenor, King Drak'zul gathered his closest advisors in the war room, the weight of his words echoing in the tense silence. His eyes, a fiery glow amidst the dim light, conveyed both determination and concern.

"It’s time…" he began, his voice resonating with authority, "for Thraenor to stand unified as never before. Our very survival now depends on it." He gestured to the map spread before them, displaying the territories of their diverse kin – orcs, goblins, lizardmen – scattered across the realm.

"Our strength lies in our unity." he continued, his gaze sweeping over his assembled allies. "We must reach out to our brethren, forge alliances that transcend old animosities. The giants have shown us the consequence of weakness."

Gorshak nodded, his expression grim but resolute. "We must stand as one, shoulder to shoulder, against the giants."

Feralyn, her golden eyes gleaming with determination, spoke next. "And what of the arcane shaman tribes?" she asked, her voice tinged with anticipation. "Their knowledge and power could turn the tide of this upcoming war."

King Drak'zul's brow furrowed, a shadow of doubt flickering across his features. "The tribes have long remained hidden, their allegiance uncertain. But desperate times call for desperate measures." He paused, weighing his words carefully. "We must seek them out, rally them to our cause. Their arcane abilities should prove most useful."

There was a moment of uneasy silence as the gravity of their situation settled upon them. Then, King Drak'zul spoke again, his voice low and hesitant. "And then there is Drakkaroth…" he murmured, his mind shifting to the beast slumbering deep within the bowels of Thraenor.

Gorshak's disbelief erupted. "Surely you do not speak of awakening this beast!" His voice reverberated with incredulity. "To stir that sleeping titan is to invite calamity. His might is unparalleled, but his wrath... it is as unpredictable as wildfire."

King Drak'zul nodded, his expression troubled. "Indeed, the risk is great," he conceded, "but so too is the need. This ancient being could be our salvation or our undoing."

With a heavy heart, King Drak'zul turned back to the map, his mind already turning to the daunting task ahead and the incoming war against the giants.