The sky above the Colony Capital of Thorns crackled.
The moment their eyes met, Achilles in the havens, Malgorith at the heart of the corrupted Capital…the world paused.
Not in awe.
In anticipation.
In fear.
A moment later…
BOOM!
A sonic thunderclap ruptured the silence as space folded. Not warped, not bent,but folded like cloth in the hands of something greater than the natural laws. The very idea of distance unraveled!
And in less than a breath, the Obsidian Gold Titan stood in the skies before Achilles.
Ten meters tall. Wreathed in voidfire and stellar veins. His golden crown of circulating blood spun slowly above his brow, every drop singing a scream, whisper, or curse.
He didn't speak immediately.
He looked at Achilles.
And Achilles looked at him.
His body, the body of the Ancient Ones behind him…his scattered memories of Ancient Ones pointed to a singular terrifying power.
