After the previous challenges
Now awaits the kingdom of the Icon
Not a single voice dares to interrupt
The whispers of the gnarled king
A shotgun blast shatters the silence into the citadel
The titan awakens to spread his jaws on me
But fear has long gone with my sanity
So I plant my feet further into the reign
Facing more monsters
Etching the fear into the servants' souls
Leaving a warn over their corpses
An eternal axe-mark
The grunts reach the Icon
Turning whispers into
Supplications
I smell already the victory
Few steps from the chamber of my free-doom
Sometimes the world doesn't need another hero
It needs a monster