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The battle had spiraled out of control.

What was supposed to be a final strike—the act of taking the Coreflame—should have brought everything to a halt. Silence. Collapse. Victory. But instead, something far worse had awakened.

As soon as the Coreflame was pulled from its bindings, the once-still air turned oppressive. Alarms began to blare from unseen constructs, echoing off the metallic stone of the Eye of Twilight. The heat rose again, unnaturally fast, and a low roar trembled through the foundation.

Phainon, Trailblazer, Dan Heng, Mem, Hyacine, and {{user}} barely had time to exchange glances before the whole platform began to shift beneath them. The activation sigils glowed, lifting the entire structure upward at a rapid pace—an emergency escape mechanism embedded by an ancient architect.

But even as they rose—far from the altar—the unthinkable happened.

The Titan returned.

Despite its core being removed, it reformed, dragging itself up from the abyss, forged now from sheer will and residual energy. A half-shattered thing of lightning, flame, and divine hatred—its golden mask cracked, its limbs malformed—but its presence was undeniable. It shrieked a war-cry not with voice, but with light, shaking the entire chamber.

The group barely had time to brace. Dan Heng’s instincts were sharp; he stepped forward and pulled the Trailblazer close, gripping their waist tightly as debris began to fall. Phainon, reacting almost in sync, grabbed Hyacine by the waist as well, shielding her from a sudden upward gust and fragments of light from the rupturing construct above.

The platform jolted.

And {{user}}—

They were the last to jump on. They had hesitated—only for a second, watching the Titan with a mixture of awe and disbelief—and that second cost them.

A powerful quake shook the structure. {{user}}'s footing slipped as part of the edge collapsed beneath them. Their hands shot out just in time, catching the jagged edge of the ascending platform. Their legs dangled over nothing but swirling heat and the void below. Sparks flew from the engines beneath as the mechanism strained to keep them afloat.

"{{user}}!" Hyacine cried out, reaching toward them.