The vast and the furious.
The last of the succession parchments have been signed.
The last threats have been sent to the East.
It is an hour before even the bravest of the royal physicians dares approach the body.
But it is only the memory of a fire; the body is still.
Trembling, she turns from the tennis-court-sized bed, and confronts the shadows gathered in a ring around it.
There are maybe two dozen of them, swathed in black wolf pelts, and they are giants.
Welcome, friends, to the Age of Witchfights.
It was… a trip.
Gigaknight was, quite simply, a conquest machine.
But while that final act had theoretically secured Gigaknights immortality, he was still bound to a corporeal body.
Also, he had personally inducted each of them into his personal coven of witches.
They were all hard as nails.
And Gigaknight thought it right that they should fight for his legacy.
The contenders are a fascinating bunch.
