The trees flattened themselves from the creature's immensity – or so Oliver thought, not realizing at all that he'd startled an immense Titan with his swordplay, and sent it scampering, knocking over trees in its wake. Ever since Francis' meddling with the monsters in those mountains, the occasional Titan still appeared, and none knew exactly why. Oliver needed no explanation, however. It simply seemed right to him that corruption would not disappear in an instant. Besides, they were not so much of a pain to deal with. Any Second Boundary soldier of his, if they worked together, would be able to flatten them. It was only the villagers that they worried for.
Reality and imagination blended together. In the darkness, Oliver was convinced one thing was happening, like the workings of some sort of magic, or some sort of dreamlike state, whereas any observer might have seen it quite differently.
