Amon stood over the shattered remains of the last Titan as death and ruin stretched across the horizon. The battlefield was gone.
Thousands—no, hundreds of thousands—of corpses lay beneath his feet while the world burned around him. It was hard to believe that this wasteland had once been Eshon, the thriving heart of the Elune House. Mountains had crumbled, cities had vanished, and forests had been reduced to ash.
Everything had been flattened into oblivion.
Such was the price of Amon the Great's battle against the resurrected Titans.
Knodalon had led its beast hordes to slaughter and devour every human in their path. Pyrrhos reduced the world to cinders with endless flame. Xiphos crushed lands and cities alike beneath its metallic steps. Theia twisted the forests into living prisons, slowly breaking humanity's will to resist. Anemos ruled the skies, raining thunder and hurricanes upon helpless armies.
