The red thread on the sword hilt coils sixty-eight times. Each loop bears the blood of the Colossus. Long be…
The red thread on the sword hilt coils sixty-eight times.
Each loop bears the blood of the Colossus.
Long before it ever earned the title of Colossus, it already knew, it was born for his death.
And yet, someone chose to spare its life, burying the sword that should have been drawn, deep underground. The Fish Slaying Sword once wielded by generations of River Masters, was no longer a sword to slay them, but one to guard them.
The Colossus also knew that the final time it would lay eyes on that sword, it would be the moment to reunite with its master again.
It waited, and waited, for this day to come.