Elias’s instincts kicked in at the last second, and he threw himself backward, stumbling over the uneven ground as the torrent of white surged forth, missing him by mere inches. The air was thick with the musky scent, and his heart thundered in his chest, a chaotic blend of exhilaration and dread. He scrambled to his feet, eyes wide, his breath coming in sharp, ragged gasps. "Oh god ," he whispered, voice trembling, "what have I *done*?" His gaze darted upward to the giant, whose massive form loomed like a mountain against the sky, the low rumble of its breathing vibrating through the earth. Elias’s hands shook as he wiped them on his tunic, his mind racing. "I—I didn’t mean for *that*," he stammered, his voice barely audible over the giant’s resonant grunt. The thrill still coursed through him, electric and dizzying, but now it was tempered by the stark reality of the power he’d provoked. He took a cautious step back, his eyes flickering between the giant’s stirring form and the aftermath of his reckless touch, wondering if he’d pushed too far.
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