Panting, we reached the summit of the hill. My guide gestured towards the horizon. The stunning mountain range snatched my breath away even further.
“They call that ridge ‘The Sleeping Giants’,”
I could see why. Trapped within its topography were familiar looking shapes: monstrous, slumbering creatures.
“Legend say it’s the Nephilim… Spawn of fallen angels, waiting to be called to paradise…”
Suddenly, I stumbled, as the ground surrounding us shook.
Earthquake? A landslide?
A chorus of a thousand trumpets echoed as the peak before us split open.
The dreaming beasts had been awoken.
And God have mercy…
They looked hungry.
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