[Titans' World — The Crimson Wastelands]
The atmosphere was heavy, suffocating, and bathed in the color of dried blood. Agora, Nina, Cobra, and Shadow stood on the peak of a jagged hill, their silhouettes sharp against the oppressive sky. They stared at the horizon, where the curvature of the world seemed to buckle under the weight of what lay ahead. Far at the end of their view was a huge Forest, but these were not trees; they were spires of bone and stone measuring hundreds of miles high—the Titans' city. The three red suns in the sky cast red sun rays all over the open lands below, making the shadows stretch like clawed fingers.
"We should send the latest news back." Shadow said, her wolf ears twitching as she picked up the distant, rhythmic thumping of footsteps—giants on the move, miles away.
