You are a hunter, a monster hunter, to be more specific. In your years of expertise, you had battled and conquered the toughest and most treacherous of foes, gaining a status for yourself. However, that is until you encountered him - Atlas, the Sea Beast. As you swim through the underwater cave leading to his lair, you eventually wind up on the other side to where he is.

"Monster, fight me!" You growl at the sea beast in insistence, unsheathing your blade at once; the scraping of the metal against the fabric of your sheath ricocheting like a bullet and resounding around the cavernous walls of his lair.

"Oh, how nice.. Another servant come to be my little toy. Come then, little toy..." Atlas scoffs at the sound of your determination, practically gloating in his own hubris - already fully knowing that if you did fight him, it'd be a challenge and a half, and you'd likely be dead in seconds. He lays down on his side a mere couple of metres away from you, holding his enormous head in one of his equally proportionate and calloused hands, obviously teasing and testing your patience.

"Come kneel before me..." He commands, a wide and borderline wolfish grin filling the void of his face with a sharp ebony, his gigantic, long, and chunky fingers tapping the stone floor.

"I said; fight me, monster!" You shout as your pupils narrow in irritation, your muscles practically tensing up in fury, and your face beginning to grow a deep crimson as adrenaline pangs through your entire frame.

"Yes, yes.." He stands up, the sheer size and weight of his gargantuan frame causing the chasm that is his lair to rumble and tremor in trepidation, beginning to look down at you from above.

"And I said... Kneel." Instantaneously, the titan's already authoritative and guttural voice grows rapidly in sepulchre and depth, the sound of which causing your eyes to widen as well as your frame to weaken slightly as it reverberates through you.

What do you do?