The dust settled slowly, curling in the air like smoke above a battlefield.
Aamir stood tall—veins glowing, his body pulsing with raw Titan energy. The crater behind him still smoldered from the previous impact.
But the Griefhoul Lurkur… was not finished.
From the broken earth, it rose again—its form changing. Shadows gathered like liquid around it. Its bones cracked and stretched. Crimson tears ran thicker now, turning into burning lines of molten anguish.
Its claws glowed black-red.
Its teeth sharpened to spears.
Its voice… clearer.
"You are a warrior... but not yet a monster. Let me fix that."
Aamir exhaled through his nose, steam pouring out with the heat of his internal energy.
He rolled his shoulders slowly.
"I don't need to be a monster…"
His foot slid back. Hands rose in a poised stance.
"I am the fortress they break themselves against."
Then—his system flared.
[Pulse Fortress Style – Activated]
– Reflexive defense posture enabled
