The Primordial Battlefield screamed. It was not a sound that traveled through air, nor a vibration that shook stone. It was a visceral, metaphysical reaction embedded into the fabric of the world itself, as if the land had just witnessed a sacrilege it was never meant to record.
The Titan Lord's corpse lay sprawled across the shattered badlands, its once-immense body slowly crumbling into inert stone and dust. Segments collapsed inward, dissolving into ash-like debris that was immediately swept away by invisible, hungry currents of mana. The massive horns, which had once reached for the heavens, cracked; fractures spiderwebbed across their surfaces before they disintegrated into nothingness.
At the center of the devastation stood Aegis.
His breathing was steady, but it was far from effortless. The Sea God's Crown full form faded to its headband form, yet a residual pressure lingered around him.
