Kaiden lifted his gaze fully to the colossal entity.
For the first time since his arrival, it moved.
There was no sudden violence to it. No dramatic roar or quake. The titan did not awaken so much as acknowledge. Reality bent in subtle ways as three of its seven arms began to shift, massive limbs gliding with the inevitability of continental drift. The sky above them seemed to draw inward with clouds spiraling tighter as if pulled by a gravity that had only just been switched on.
The arm bearing the red orb moved first.
Wrath burned within it, compressed and absolute.
The second followed, the orange sphere of Gluttony sliding forward.
Then the third arm stirred.
Purple light bled into the darkness as Pride advanced, vast and commanding.
The three arms extended toward one another.
The orbs touched.
For a heartbeat, the realm held its breath.
Then the colors began to bleed together.
