Wandering through the field,  it feels like something’s watching me. And not in an admiring way either. We’re being stalked, and that became pretty apparent the moment we found a 60-foot sword in the middle of a field..  

“Wait a second, what?!” Jack shouts, clutching his head as we all stared up at the sword in wonder. Who in the world wielded that?! Do we have to speak to giants now or som...