As The Beast takes his claim of a slumber so deserved, the three giants approach the hole in the snow in the shape of a wingless angel. The snow around The Giant’s right hand is soaked thoroughly with blood, but The Giant still breathes. He breathes faint puffs of steam, but The Giant breathes nonetheless. For a moment the three giants are stunned – what on Earth could have happened up here? What could The Giant have possibly hooked in this lake where all the fish are dead?
Finally, Walleye Slayer steps forward and bends low to ask The Giant to tell his tale, to brief them on the events surrounding his mighty rally cries. In answer The Giant whispers six words, then falls deep into an unconscious slumber:
“Exodus, brethren; the cycle is broken.”
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