Dusk coated the clouds on the horizon in a layer of molten, crimson-gold.
On the outskirts of the Giant City-State, the marketplace clearing, which had been bustling with noise not long ago, was now experiencing a completely different kind of fervor.
The thud of heavy footsteps, like muffled thunder, converged from all directions.
From every corner of the City-State, towering figures were gathering at the Giant Market on the outskirts.
They were generally over fifteen meters tall, with knotted muscles and powerful auras.
Some of them were as tall as twenty meters, emanating the faint, oppressive pressure of a Domain. They were clearly the powerhouses, and even elders, of their various tribes.
The promotional efforts of Groll and his three companions had been astonishingly effective.
An astonishing piece of news had swept through the entire Giant City-State like a storm.
