Chapter 861 - Giant’s Rampage Ⅴ (2/2)
”Nimmy obeys,” the house elf obediently answered, before vanishing with another loud pop.
Satisfied, Euphemia departs from her home and strolls down the snow-cleared path until she is able to safely apparate to Mould-on-the-Would. There is laughter and the scent of delicious snacks in the air. She tilts her face up and smiles at the scents reminiscent of her youth.
Chuckling quietly to herself, Euphemia adjusts her scarf, before venturing to the crowded masses. She first stops to buy a bag of freshly roasted ċhėstnuts to enjoy for herself. She happily chews on the warm treat and stops to watch vendors create moving forms animal forms of cotton candy. The children were happily lined up with their parents to purchase dragons, eagles, and countless of other sugar creature creations.
Euphemia moves to turn away when a loud clattering sound is heard as various icicles fall to the ground. No one pays much attention to them, but small vibrations can be seen on the ice on the ground that shifts without aid on the ground. She continues on her merry way only to abruptly pause at spotting a slender witch with dark hair and sharp features. She furrows her brow in confusion for the witch looked remarkably like that of Eileen Prince, but according to Fleamont, Reginald Prince's daughter was long dead. However, that must have been a lie as this clearly was Eileen Prince with a man that seemed to be her husband carrying their young son.
Before Euphemia can move in for a closer look to satisfy her curiosity and confirm her suspicions, the ground begins to violently tremble and caused the crowd to shriek panic. Suddenly, loud screams can be heard as various members of the crowd point into the distance, before frantically running away.
The crowd abruptly begins to push and shove causing Euphemia to be nearly trampled by the fleeing crowd. Thankfully, she is pushed into a cold pile of snow, but she felt her bottom and sides bruise at the harsh fall. She wasn't young anymore and even a small fall now could easily break her hip or another bone.
Grimacing at the fleeing crowd, Euphemia struggles to her feet. She carefully dusts the cold, wet snow off her clothes, before turning around. Her eyes widen in horror at seeing large humanoid figures over 20 feet tall easily visible over the tops of the buildings. Giants!
Euphemia's eyes widely dart around as she moves to flee when the giants begin to throw large boulders at the fleeing crowd. The ground in front of Euphemia explodes sending rock shrapnel through her body. The impact of the bolder easily tosses her into the air like a rag doll against the side of a brick building. Letting out a pained groan, she weakly slides to wet, slippery, cobbled stone ground.
Groaning in pain, Euphemia tries to rise to her feet, when she hears something whirling sound. She glances up only to see something dark approach her before she knows knowing but pain, and then only darkness. She did not even have a chance to breathe nor think as her body is pulverized by a massive boulder. The only untouched remnant of her body is her wrinkled hand that remains uncrushed lifted upward as if pleading to the sky.
The crowd continues to flee and scream as the dead continue to pile up with the town being destroyed around them. Leading at the helm of the giants is a tall, broad-shouldered giantess with a large ċhėst and curved bottom, Iwara. Her golden hair is braided with fangs, claws of kills. Iwara nods her head in approval of the attack as her pale face is painted with the blood of her enemies. She was still weak and unable to use much of her magic, but still, she was strong as her hands were more than capable of crushing bones with her bȧrė fists. She grins revealing her sharp teeth and nails that can easily tear through flesh.
”The Auror's will be here shortly,” Iwara instructed the giants at her side. ”Ready the poison,” she coldly ordered. Unlike her mate, Wurfbog, she preferred to destroy her enemies with the least amount of energy possible. The Auror's would be unable to defend against the attack and would die without their ever needing to raise even a single finger.. They would show their might and power usher in the dawning of a new era, the era of the Giants! But best of all, wizardkind the deadly cost of underestimating their foes.