The Giant and the Strange Stinging Insect-Thingy

"What's this creature, and why was it sucking my blood?", the Ancient One wondered. His thoughts were scarce, as slow as his walking pace. A hibernation of the mind, but it wasn't winter yet...

He still felt the pain in his neck, where the insect had stung. He contemplated the strange creature that had attacked him for no reason... "Why can't I sense its soul? ...why can't I see what's beneath its shell?"

The pain decreased gradually, as his consciousness dwindled. In his numb mind, a final question formed. "Why... why am I dying?"

No answer came. Slowly, the last of the giants fell to the ground.