They traveled across the battlefield like falling stars, their divine presence warping the terrain beneath them. When they reached the fault zone, the atmosphere was oppressive. The wind had stopped. The air tasted of ozone and ancient dust. The ground for kilometers was unnaturally smooth, polished into a glassy sheen.
At the center of the devastation stood the Sovereign. It did not turn to face them. It simply stood there, hands clasped behind its back, staring toward the horizon as if waiting for a guest who was late.
Ann descended first, his boots hitting the glass-like earth with a sharp, resonant thud.
"So, You are the Titan's answer. You are the thing the Unity spat out to stop us."
The Sovereign did not move. It remained as still as a statue, its emerald skin reflecting the golden glow of Ann's aura.
Gaia hovered a few feet off the ground, his eyes darting around for a trap.
