The Champion

The Champion. 
The air was thick with the scent of moss and the faint metallic tang of forgotten battles. The ruins sprawled before him, jagged edges clawing at the heavens. 
His cloak whipped in the restless wind as he tightened his grip on the hilt of his sword, its edge glowing faintly with runes that whispered of vengeance. 
The hero began his ascent. Stones crumbled under his boots, threatening to send him plummeting into the abyss below, but he moved with purpose, his every step guided by resolve. 
Above, the dark lord's giant loomed. A monstrous silhouette outlined against the bruised sky. Its molten eyes scanned the landscape, its colossal hands gripping a huge axe that had severed the heads countless foes. 
Legends called this giant undefeated, a nightmare incarnate that protected the dark lord's throne. 
Many had tried to fell the beast. 
None had returned.