So, it really took an hour. An entire, nonstop, soul-crushing hour of running before the Titans finally stopped attacking us. And now they lay scattered across the battlefield like oversized children's toys knocked over by a careless god—massive, unconscious giants sprawled in awkward positions, steam still curling lazily from their cracked bodies.
Dominoes. Deadly, lava-filled dominoes. The battlefield was quiet now. Too quiet. The kind of quiet that crawls under your skin. And that's when it hit me.
"Where's Sir Alex?" I asked, straightening despite how my legs trembled. "And Sir Jin?"
Silence answered me. My chest tightened. I swear, I swear, I'd felt them earlier. Their mana signatures had been there, steady and familiar, threading through the chaos like anchors. Not close, but present.
