Chapter 22: Fear of End
[: 3rd POV :]
The forest trembled at the transformation of the Verdant Titan as it stood like a god reborn, with its golden-vined wings stretched wide as ancient bark glistened with life energy.
Every step it took cracked the ground, and every breath it exhaled stirred the wind as if nature itself knelt to its will.
Its molten-gold eyes locked onto Daniel, who stood alone, calm, unshaken amidst the shattered terrain.
"You mock me," the Titan growled, its voice echoing with generations of pain and pride. "I, anointed by the First Grove, bearer of the Verdant Core, guardian of the Roots, am ignored by a mortal?"
Daniel raised his gaze, and his expression was cold. Not cruel—just indifferent.
Like he had heard these speeches before.
Though it wasn’t the same words, it reminded him of Revan.
"You done?" Daniel asked in a low tone.
The Verdant Titan roared in response, with its fury shook the heavens.
As a result, trees in the distance bowed, birds scattered, and even the light dimmed under the weight of its wrath.
[: Thorn Cataclysm :]