Perhaps it was the unique experience brought by being near death, the colossal giant felt as if he had fallen into a dream.
In the dream, he was no longer the massive figure he once was, but was transformed into a common man, while those whom he had originally slain, whom he viewed as insignificant as grass, now appeared so towering and terrifying.
The resentful spirits lunged at him, carrying a bone-deep killing intent and hatred, clambering like ants onto his body, tearing at his flesh, gnawing at his bones, the stance suggesting they intended to swallow him whole and alive.
Yet, he made no move to counter, nor did he have the intention to resist.
He was too tired, too overwhelmingly tired.
"Eat, eat..."
Facing the piercing pain striking his body, his eyes held nothing but fatigue.
"These originally belong to you, it's now time for you to take them back."
"No, I should say, they are mine."
