The brass section kicked in—heavy, mournful, and triumphant all at once. It was the sound of a man who knew he was outmatched but had decided to rewrite fate with his own blood. Hierophant Green unspooled itself, its form no longer sleek but monstrous and jagged, weaving through the skyscrapers like a vengeful spirit.
The clock tower exploded. The emerald light flared one last time, blinding the world. In the silence that followed the final, fading beat of the drum, a single message remained carved into the very fabric of the city: I am still here. The clock tower exploded
As the titan lunged, the violins shrieked—a high-pitched, desperate ascent that mimicked the flight of a wire-grapple. Kakyoin didn't flinch. He threw his hand forward, and the "Epic Version" of his soul erupted. As the titan lunged, the violins shrieked—a high-pitched,