\You stand on the edge of a humongous bookshelf in the 3rd sanctuary of the church if you fucking forgot that this is the church's dark fountain./

As you wait for the Titan to appear since there was nothing else to do. You realise. The Titan is made from pure dark.

The Titan was always there.

The titans silhouette comes to form. The wings over revealing the head as the star spins into place like a eternal shield.

It's time.