The horizon didn't just glow. It burned.
Queen Mirabelle stood on the high ramparts of the West Tower and watched as the end of the world drew near. It came with a steady, terrifying rhythm.
Thump. Thump. Thump.
The sound was so deep it skipped her ears and shook her bones. Far away, dust rose in a thick curtain, hiding the monster's feet, but its upper body stood out clearly against the darkening sky.
The Titan...the Golem of the East...was a blasphemy of engineering and magic. Standing over three hundred feet tall, it was a humanoid construct forged from gleaming Star-Metal, a material said to have fallen from the heavens during the Age of Myths. Its surface was etched with millions of glowing runes that pulsed with a blinding white light, shifting and turning like the gears of a clock.
