The consequences of Titan Heart's birth was devastating.
The devastation did not begin with the cacophony of an explosion or the blinding flare of a magical catastrophe. It began with something far more unsettling: the absolute, mathematical precision of order.
At the first light of dawn, the scouts of the Liberation Cult returned with reports that chilled the blood of even the most battle-hardened veterans.
Entire Titan territories that had once been roiling pits of territorial infighting and mindless aggression, had fallen into a state of disciplined silence. It was not the deceptive stillness that precedes a typical ambush, but the terrifying quiet of a million soldiers standing at attention, waiting for the word of their commander.
