After a few days..... in a fort on a hill...
The Hysin army had set up a large number of temporary tents and built large wooden walls. There were wooden spears as fences. The Hysin army, with Atlas's help, had built this fort in just three days. This work was more like a handmade paper craft project than building a real fortress.

There was a large tent in the middle, containing tables and chairs. Four people were discussing something. Julius was sitting in his chair, assessing the situation.

"So, what is the current situation in Myard's territory?" Julius asked, looking at the others and staring at the map n the table.
"Indeed, reinforcements have arrived, but they are barely sufficient compared to our forces, young master," Edmund said.
"Why is the number of those units so small?" Julius asked.
"This is because the Hysin army's stance towards the two kingdoms is defensive. Our castles have been fortified as much as possible, and we've used many siege tools. They can hold out for a good while..." Charlotte spoke with worry in her voice.
"But not forever, right?" Julius asked.
"Yes. Since we are now inside their territory, we can use this place as a dispatch point to send our soldiers to support one of the fronts. We sent our forces towards the fertile lands to burn their crops. Currently, the Myard army will suffer from problems sending troops and supplies, but not for long. They will eventually strike," Charlotte said.
"And that's why we sent two messages requesting support."
"Yes," she replied.
"The first is to support Prince Andres in the north and secure his position, as he managed to capture the northern fort where there are weapon forging factories in that land. The second is in the south, where Prince Greaves has taken control of a border town with gold mines, but he is facing fierce and violent attacks and may not be able to hold out for long."
"We must support one of them. I support aiding Andres. Iron is essential for strengthening our forces. We can ignore the town, but the important thing is to secure our strength as much as possible," Randolph said.
"What are you saying?! We must secure our trade routes because gold is the foundation of building a kingdom!" Edmund shouted.
"Without weapons, how will we support ourselves?" Randolph asked.
"We can buy them with money, you fool?!" Edmund shouted, pointing his finger at him.
"We are in the middle of a war. All our trade disappeared when the war broke out. No one trades with us anymore. Have you forgotten that our former trade partners are the ones who declared war?" Randolph asked, mocking him.
"We'll find a way to use it! The important thing is to support the gold mines by any means necessary!" Edmund said, slamming his hand on the table.
"Whoa, stop! We are here to support the princes! Have you forgotten our goal?" Charlotte asked angrily.
"What if we split our forces?" Julius asked.
"What?" asked both Charlotte and Edmund, while Randolph narrowed his eyes at him.
"We can use our main forces to support Andres, while the giant handles assisting Greaves. Two birds with one stone," Julius said.
"Wait a moment!" Charlotte objected.
"I know he is strong, given that he helped us build the base, but he is not strong enough to face an entire army alone."
"So, are you saying we should abandon helping the princes?" Julius asked, clasping his hands.
"No, we must first support Andres because, as Randolph said, securing the iron mine locations strengthens our weapons, and then we will go to Greaves."
"But by then, it might be too late for that," Julius replied.
"This is...."
"Charlotte, listen to me. This giant managed to destroy a fortress and kill a grand wizard. What makes you think a small number of soldiers could kill him?"
"Those are not a few soldiers. According to what I heard from the envoy, their numbers might be estimated at two thousand horsemen. Such a large number, even he won't be able to withstand it!"
"Yes, that's true," Julius said.
"But in desperate times, desperate measures are required. This is for the good of the kingdom, Charlotte. Remember your loyalty."
"Yes, my loyalty is to the kingdom."
"Very good. Now, are there any other questions? Since no one else..."
"Wait a moment," Randolph said.
"What is it?" Julius asked.
"Reaching there on foot takes about a few days since we are near the border. But since he is a giant, he might take less time than that."
"Yes, and?" Julius asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Who will guide him? He will get lost since he doesn't know the directions," Randolph asked.
"Oh, haha, don't worry about that. We'll send Zander. He will act as his guide," Julius said calmly.
"Understandable."
"Then, does anyone have any questions?" he asked, looking at everyone. They remained silent in agreement. "Then our meeting is adjourned."
"Yes, our meeting was productive, Julius," Charlotte said as she left.
"And I as well, Lady Charlotte," Julius said, waving his hand as she left the tent. He looked at Edmund.
"Leave, Edmund. I want some time for myself."
"Yes, young master," Edmund said and left the tent.
Once they were gone, Julius smiled a malicious smile as he straightened his back.
"That was easy."
"I know exactly how many they are, which is why I sent him there specifically."
"They might not be as strong as a grand wizard, but ants can eat a whale, with the right numbers."
"And while you, giant, will die, I will..." Julius said, raising his sword high to the sky. "...begin my epic from here."
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In a different place, where there was a tent serving food, which was soup, soldiers were sitting on the grass and tasting the soup. Two people were standing in front of a soldier sitting on the ground.
"Julius wants me to guide Atlas to the territory of Serafield and attack the forces threatening Prince Greaves?"
"Yes, since you're the only one who communicates with him normally," the soldier said to him.
"There's no rest for a guy like me, is that it, Ellis?" Zander asked as he stood up.
"Now, where is he? Right, he's working cutting trees."
Zander went and left the fort, heading to another place.
And he saw him. He saw Atlas.
Atlas had grabbed a tree and uprooted it from its trunk like it was grass. He was tearing out its stumps with his hand. He was carrying a large saw the knights had given him, but it looked like a very small blade. He was carrying it with two fingers with difficulty while trimming the tree. He was sharpening it, making it sharper and more suitable. While doing this, he heard a voice.
"Atlas!"
When Atlas turned towards him, Zander saw that to his right, there were many trees that had become like wooden pillars, thanks to which the fort construction was finished in record time.
"Is there an order?" Atlas asked.
"Haha, nothing. But we have a long journey ahead. We're going on a support mission. Just you and me," Zander said.
"To where?" Atlas asked quietly.
"To Serafield."
"Serafield? What is that?"
"It's the other enemy that attacked us. Plus, they are requesting support," Zander said.
"Okay," Atlas replied.
Atlas stood up, causing a small earthquake, reaching his full height. His shadow fell completely over Zander due to the direction of the sunlight shining on him.
"Where will we walk?" he asked.
"Well, we... hey Atlas, wait a moment."
"Can you carry me up in your hand?" Zander asked.
"Ah, yes, of course."
Atlas extended his hand. His fingers were thicker than the trees. Zander climbed onto his fingers and reached his palm. His palm could fit six people. As soon as Zander climbed into his palm, Atlas raised his hand, and Zander saw Atlas's perspective up close.
He saw that the soldiers looked like dolls or small mice, while the walls Atlas had helped build were no different from a child's small fence toy. And his fingers rose a little, like a giant cage or a massive jaw.
"Woah, do you see the world like this all the time, boy?" Zander asked in surprise.
"Yes, I see people like this all the time."
"Alright then, men!"
A few soldiers looked up at Zander. They were following Julius's orders.
"Men, tell that noble that we've left, okay?"
"Understood," the soldier replied in a calm tone.
"Atlas, move out!" Zander shouted.
As soon as he said this, Atlas set off at a leisurely pace. Even though he was walking calmly, he covered several meters with each step.
"Hey Atlas, speed up a bit."
Atlas walked a little faster than usual, and Zander felt like he was standing on a smoothly moving cart.
"Alright, Atlas, run with all your might. I want to see what it's like."
"Are you sure?" Atlas asked.
"Yes."
"Okay, but hold on to me," Atlas said, placing his other hand over Zander, holding him carefully like fragile glass, afraid he might break with any wrong move.
"Don't worry about me and-- damn!"
Atlas was now running faster than anything Zander had ever ridden before. His speed exceeded that of horses, double the speed of a normal horse. Zander was holding onto his helmet while feeling the wind rush against his body with a force he had never felt before.
"You're fast!" Zander shouted in surprise.
"Should I slow down?" Atlas asked.
"No! Don't slow down, keep running. Greaves needs our help as soon as possible."
"Understood," Atlas replied.
Atlas was running, and each step dug into the ground with force. This feeling was refreshing for him, as he had never run before because he was always in a hospital bed.
This feeling of sickness and the wind rushing against his body felt good, a sensation he had never experienced before, and he wanted to experience it for as long as possible. He ran while seeing that he had become completely far from the fort.
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Somewhere...
In a town conquered by the Hysin army, they were pushing broken pieces of buildings and forcefully shoving them against the remains of the walls to act as a barrier or a back wall.
"Hurry up!" shouted a person with golden hair, pointing in another direction.
"Yes, Prince Greaves!"
"Tell me, how long until reinforcements are estimated to arrive?" Greaves asked.
"I don't know, Prince. The high command is dealing with three fronts. We don't have..."
"Damn it! The enemy is about to arrive here, and I'm besieged. What about my father? What did the King say about this?"
"We haven't heard any information from him, but one of the nobles managed to break into Myard, and we sent a message for support, but we haven't received any news for hours."
"Damn it! All of this because of him! If he hadn't..."
While Greaves was cursing his fate, he felt something shaking.
"What is that?"
Not only he, but everyone felt tremors in the ground, and they started getting stronger and bigger. After a while, they saw a giant approaching quickly from the distance, carrying something.
"Damn it, what is that?! Ready the arrows! Ready the catapults!" Greaves shouted.
Atlas approached and noticed they were aiming arrows at him. He stopped a little, and Zander intervened before the situation escalated quickly.
"Whoa, stop!" a person shouted from Atlas's hands.
"I am Sergeant Zander, from the Hysin army! We have come at the request of Prince Greaves!" Zander shouted.
"Tell me, where did you come from?" Greaves asked skeptically.
"I came from the border of Myard's territory, after we crushed their forces," Zander said.
"And I came according to a request sent to Julius."
As soon as he said this, Greaves immediately knew who he was and calmed down immediately.
"So you are the giant my father adopted, huh? Very good, you came just in time. We are now preparing for the upcoming attack. We have received news of an impending enemy attack. We are fortifying our defenses as best we can until..."
"Enemy! The enemy is coming!" a soldier shouted.
"What?!" Greaves shouted.
"Where?" Zander asked, turning his head.
Atlas turned and saw a large number of them coming. Zander, from his height, estimated their number to be about 2000 horsemen. They were charging towards them like an arrow.
"What the hell is this?!"
"Damn it! He never told me there was such a large army!?"
"Quickly, ready the catapults towards them!"
"We only have one, sir. The rest are already damaged."
"Wait a moment.... hmm..."
Zander saw the distance, measured it, estimated Atlas's size, and imagined the scale and duration. He thought of something, something cunning.
"Wait a moment, do you have a large quantity of catapult stones? Or are they limited?" Zander asked.
"Yes, we do. This town has a quarry. Didn't they tell you about this?" a soldier asked.
"Very good. Actually, there is a way to turn this situation around overwhelmingly."
"What are you thinking of, Zander?" Atlas asked.
"I have an idea. Have you ever tried a throwing game before?" Zander shoued.
"Umm..... no?"
"Good, because you're about to try it soon"
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Elsewhere.... the commander of the Serafield army was staring from afar, and behind him was a full army of horsemen charging like tigers.

"Come on, quickly! Our filthy enemy has occupied our land!" the enemy commander shouted.
"We, the blessed people of Serafield, will not remain silent about this heresy!"
"I swear by the name of the holy dragon Dragonymir on this!"
"Hey, what is that?" a soldier asked, seeing Atlas.
Seeing his height compared to the walls, they felt fear, but they continued to charge.
"Don't panic! Keep charging! Our people are waiting for us!"
"They might have a giant now, but we have our faith!"
"Yeeaah!"
"Hey, what is he doing?"
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"Listen to me carefully, Atlas," Zander said, standing on top of a building.
"Grab the stones, and then throw them like this. Did you understand?" Zander asked while demonstrating his movements to Atlas, while Atlas secretly understood what he meant.
Atlas grabbed the catapult stones and took a baseball-throwing stance, throwing them directly towards the approaching army from a distance.
The stones flew high into the sky above the birds, propelled like small meteors, and slammed into them as if punishment from the heavens had befallen them.
Boom!
Like a meteor, it surged, and about 14 people died from the initial impact. But the stones continued advancing like a soul reaper, and a large number of them died within a few seconds. More than eighty people died in the first few seconds while the rocks were still advancing, albeit slowing down. Many of the horses panicked, and their charge began to scatter a little.
The commander of the horsemen continued advancing, while his heart was about to burst from shock.
"Just what in the hell is this?!!!!!" he screamed inside his mind.
He saw the giant preparing to throw another hundred and shouted.
"Charge, don't stop! If you stop, you will die!"
"For Serafield!" he shouted.
"For Serafield!" the horsemen shouted.
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"Oh! A good hit!"
Zander was watching how his attacks were hitting them and was honestly shocked. The range of his throw was much farther than a normal catapult; the distance covered was almost a full kilometer.
"What are you standing around for? Go and bring all the available rocks!" Greaves shouted.
The army moved immediately. Atlas carried a certain amount of rocks, squeezed them in his hands, formed a ball, and then threw it again and again.
Every throw killed a large group. Smoke and dust were rising almost constantly. Despite this, they charged and continued screaming. They managed to cover half the distance and got closer, but only about 500 horsemen remained, feeling desperate. The commander had somehow survived this massacre. They knew they had lost the battle.
They wanted to drag the Hysin army down with them, no matter their numbers.
"Raise the bows and..... fire!" Greaves shouted.
On a merciless command, a full rain of arrows appeared and fell upon them. They felt the injustice while the remainder were being killed without mercy. The cavalry commander looked with pure hatred and anger towards the giant, who was the cause of the massacre. He charged, and just as he was about to launch, he saw the giant throw another shot and knew that it was over.
The last throw was low and hit most of them. All of them either fell from their horses and died or survived but were hit by arrows.
The great army of Serafield, which was the main corps of the kingdom's elite forces, was crushed in the attack. It was a deep wound for Serafield, a wound that would never heal.
The Hysin army looked at Atlas and were truly grateful he was on their side. Greaves let out a relieved sigh and shouted a victory cry, and the rest of the Hysin army shouted with him.
While the Hysin army savored the taste of victory, Atlas felt pain. Because with every throw he made, he felt pain, but it was becoming less sentimental, and not in a good way. He began to feel that with every person he killed, his sense of guilt diminished, and he began to feel regret, but he denied this.
Because these were the ones who declared war, not them. All he did was protect the people of the kingdom that raised him, nothing more and nothing less...
And he looked up at the sky, let out a relieved sigh, and wondered when this would end.