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...