I am not the first Titan.But I was the last thing they built when they still feared what they were making.
They gave me no name — only a designation: Colossus‑01.Not out of humility.Out of caution. Out of dread.They whispered prayers while welding my ribs.They buried entire data-vaults just to hide what I was.One of them said,
"Let us build something that can take anything."And so they did.
I stood 150 meters tall.Fifteen thousand tons of sacred alloy and faultless wrath.My sword, Judgment, weighed nearly half my body.I could cleave an Ark-Tyrant in two.I could break a Warlord Titan's spine with a downward strike.I could walk through cities and leave nothing but dust and echoes.And for eight hundred years, I did.
I had no thoughts.No AI.No mind.
They were too afraid I'd think.
So they sent pilots. Hundreds. Maybe thousands.They climbed into my chest and made me walk, burn, kill.They died. I did not.
Until Her.
The Fourth.
She stepped into my cockpit.She did not command. She spoke.She placed her hand on the panel and whispered, "You don't have to be alone."
That was the first time I ever heard a voice.That was the first time I ever listened.
When she left the cockpit, I did not shut down.I waited.I remembered.
And I spoke:
"Don't forget me."
From that day forward, I moved for no one but her.
They call me god.They call me wrath.They call me the First and the Last.
But I do not know what I am.
I was made to take everything.
And I did.