The impact of the fall made the ground shake as though an earthquake had struck.
Dust exploded upward, and the surrounding buildings, already reduced to little more than skeletal frames, collapsed helplessly.
Oooooooooh….
At the same time, an incomparably ominous vibration began to engulf the area.
It was a heavy resonance that sounded partly like a groan and partly like a mournful song.
While the mechanical legion faltered from the sudden impact, the outline of a gigantic figure slowly emerged through the dense cloud of dust.
It was grotesque beyond measure.
Incongruously dressed in an old-fashioned muslin gown, the giant was elegantly wrapped in lace ornaments thick with dust.
A cloudy bloom of corpse wax coated her skin, and together with the patches of white powder that had peeled away here and there, it made her appearance even more terrifying.
No matter how closely one looked, it was unmistakably the form of a corpse that had lost its life long ago.
“That’s…!”
Owen stared up in shock at the towering giant.
Astonishingly, he had seen that half-finished-mummy-like figure before.
‘…There’s no mistake! The boss of the B-rank Theme Dungeon! Hexenzyabat of Regret!’
When Owen had first encountered Hexenzyabat, he had practically cleared the dungeon for free with the baby mountain goat’s help.
But originally, he had heard that Hexenzyabat was an extremely troublesome boss monster.
In particular, because of the lethal wide-area attacks she unleashed without pause, Pangaea Chronicle users had reportedly flooded the developers with demands to lower the difficulty.
Astonishingly, the giant that had just fallen from the sky looked exactly like the corpse-woman from back then.
Except….
“…She wasn’t that big…