[Titans' Realm — The Crimson Barrens]
[Some minutes ago.]
The air tasted of copper and ozone. Xanax stood in front of the Titans' Fortress huge metal gate, his silhouette stark against the harsh red light of the dying suns. His gaze was fixed on the runic array built before him, a complex geometric nightmare etched into the iron-hard ground. At the ten points of the circular array stood the ten Tenth Order Titans, their massive bodies trembling with the energy they were channeling.
"Start the formation." He ordered in a flat tone, crossing his arms on his chest, watching the destruction he had orchestrated with detached interest.
The ten titans nodded, slaves to their creator's will, and pressed their palms together. Their eyes, once filled with hunger, were now glowing with a violent red light.
BOOOOM!!
