In the yellow zone of the planet, C-102 stood a lone habitation zone. Sector one was the only place with humanity residing in it, the other sectors having been overrun with monsters were not suitable for the inhabitants of this newly added world in the archailect. In theory, there shouldn’t even be a human settlement in sector one of the yellow zone at all, but this particular set of humans had forged themselves in blood, sweat, and fire to carve out the little piece of land for themselves. A land in which to be frank, they should not had been able to hold, except one man had stood like an insurmountable mountain between them and all the archailect threw before them. Every invasion shattered against his very body, every monster seeking to lay waste to the humans who had enacted such sacrilege as to set roots in the zone of monsters had found their very will and body crushed by the human, a human that to the citizens of Bastion had passed away during the last wave of the crisis.

Inside the aether crystal that cocooned his body, Moyosore titan blade slept and dreamt. His very thoughts plagued with visions he could not translate, for they made absolutely no sense to his subconscious mind. Even now, as the process of his body fully absorbing the essence of Evon began to slow down, he still couldn’t understand what he was seeing, but the subconscious mind of Moyo had other things to worry about, like the authority of a Dragonoid master attempting to take over his. It was a testament to the will of Evon for surviving this long, even after death. Those known as the dragons bane were rare beings whose very souls had mutated to the point that their willpowers and bodies saw no other way to develop than to consume the essences of the draconic specie.

It's what made them such a deadly threat to one of the archailects most monstrous specie, and the will of Evon, still retaining a bit of his ego would not watch as a mere expert feasted on his very essence, but it would soon learn. The willpower of Moyo, infused with the greed of the titan took bite after metaphorical bite of the essence of Evon, for in reality the aether crystal cocooning Moyo was in fact the very essence of Evon. As the crystal shrank and cracked, an intricate line of dark red began to scribble itself all over the body of Moyo, this was his mantle, one every expert got on their ascension into that rank.

Mantles came in different shapes and forms, some with extra limbs and in the case of Moyos’ master, golden hair and eyes. Still, the will and essence of Evon tried with futility to absorb the human, thinking perhaps if it did so, it might have a slimmer of hope to reform again into a wyrm or wyvern. Such futility was what happened when one faced a titan, with the willpower of a titan, the mental voice of a titan, and the ever-hungry greed of a titan, the very echo of the command that encompassed the word a foe felt when it met a titan inscribed itself on the now weak crystal shard, although in runes, the meaning was quite clear.

BREAK

The crystal cocoon shattered and hung in the air before siphoning into the body of Moyo whose eyes were still closed. As the last of it disappeared, Moyo opened his eyes, and they were dark glowing purple. He floated in the air, the legendary dungeon core in front of him. With a brief flex of his thought, a spatial rip opened up beside him, deftly maneuvering the core into it, the rip closed up seamlessly, Moyo hadn’t felt his willpower move whatsoever. Landing on his feet with his bare feet, the lord of Bastion glanced around the room, finally coming to terms with what happened as his mind caught him up to speed, he had survived.

With a brief thought, he felt his realm expand out of him, a subtle purple-tinged force visible to only those of the expert level now expanded out from him, over Ife, over Bastion,

Over the whole sector one of the yellow zone.

When he finally began to feel the realm reaching the edges of his control, he stopped expanding it. Stepping close to the core that controlled Bastion, Moyo stopped and realized he could somehow feel the impressions of the people of Bastion.

Gratefulness, anger, fear, sadness

At that surprising moment he realized why, they thought he was dead, and he had lost two sentinels along. As a wave of anger and shame began to grow in his chest, he felt someone enter his realm, directly into the core room. In a flash, he knew who it was and with a brief flex of power allowed the person to manifest inside the room. Mrs. Martha, his steward and somehow acolyte on the path of Anansi appeared in the room with a startled gasp, Moyo felt a deep satisfaction for once as he caught her off guard, no more surprise scares for him anyways.

With a flourish Mrs. Martha bowed at the waist, Moyo thought he saw her eyes water as she bowed,

“I…. I held on hope, I knew it...” she whispered, her voice breaking with barely withheld relief,

“Thank you,” Moyo said, hoping his voice carried the amount of gratitude he held for her

“The others aren’t aware of your return, I only felt a tremor in my detection webs around the room” she started,

“Even now your adv…. expert…. you’re...” she stuttered, her mind unwilling to grasp the fact,

Moyo smiled, realizing it now, he was in fact an expert, but that could come later. Mrs. Martha composed herself as she continued,

“Your very presence…its masked to me, to everyone. I can see you, but not feel you” she explained with confusion in her voice,

Moyo remembered his master telling him about how as experts one could hide themselves from enemies and such with their realms. He just nodded at her, saying he’d explain later, she stood straight,

“The steward of Bastion wishes to congratulate her lord on reaching the milestone known as expert,” she said formally,

Moyo just rolled his eyes, knowing if he chastised her, she’d just repeat herself. He felt the people of Bastion, Annika on top of the crystal wall, a newly minted advocate staring at the clouds as a man in blue robes stood by her side, a storm bringer. Idris was on the fields, a peak acolyte casually throwing boulders in the air and exploding them with a punch. Josh was taking the sentinels on a training regiment, all of them hitting themselves with their blunt weapons as their force path blew them apart, Moyo chuckled at the thought. He noticed Ayo sitting on the crystal walls also, afar from Annika as she seemed to be meditating. Boyle was in his forge, the primordial forger blazing with fire and lightning as he seemed to be forging what looked like a spear and a bow at once, two hammers in his hands as one channeled lightning and the other fire. His people accounted for, he turned back to a stoic-looking Mrs. Martha,

“Gather everyone in Bastion by evening, inform no one of my return till then, not even the team, I need to clear some things before then,” he said as she bowed at the waist again, and he sighed.

“Are we going to keep doing this?” he asked,

“An expert is nothing to scoff at my lord,” she said with all seriousness.

Moyo just rolled his eyes and activated his dimension step, he noticed two things immediately. The first was that his dimension step now felt like he had activated his spatial rip ability, there was no rush of air as he tore his way past distance, it was like he simply willed his body to a location and he appeared there, like teleporting. Finding himself at the top of Ife, he settled down on the top of the castle. He had noticed his skin no longer felt like human skin, it felt like scales to the touch, Dragonoid scales to be exact. His eyes were sharper, his ears were better, and he could feel his willpower, his authority surrounding him.

Realizing his realm was still activated, he consciously kept it up, it was necessary to avoid anyone noticing him, and even from here, his eyes caught Annika on the crystal walls. Moyo knew he was putting off calling up his stat table and notifications, normally he should be thrilled at the prospect of his advancements, but what if he was no longer….well, human?. With a snort, he realized he had not been human in a long time, well in the traditional sense, but he was a human in the sense that he accepted he was, besides, that was no behavior of an expert.

With one motion he started with his notifications,

Congratulations! You have slain the Dragonoid lord Evon on the path of the scorching lava as well as also defeating the final crisis/wave boss of the yellow zone that he represented!. For these accomplishments you get:

1 legendary dungeon core +1000 to all attributes 10 legendary aether shards +2000 diamond coins

Moyos’ eyes widened before a gong reverberated around Bastion, the people looking up in fear as the aftermath of the attack one week ago still affected them, Moyo felt a pang of shame for making them feel that way.

Congratulations citizens of Bastion!, you have defeated the final crisis/wave of a yellow zone and therefore have passed the test! the archailect finds you all worthy! for these accomplishments you get:

+1000 gold coins +500 to all attributes +100 rare aether shards

The people of Bastion went mute before shouts of joy broke out, it seemed they had not been sure if the crisis was over, but with this notification, they could finally rest. Moyo smiled as he saw the cries and tears of joy on all their faces, they deserved it. With the lowest of them all at peak initiate and close to acolyte, Moyo was sure the future of Bastion was strong, even if he left today, they would hold strong and fast. His mind having settled with that thought, Moyo opened the rest of his notifications.

Level 150!

Notice skill greed of the titan (L) has absorbed the essence of a master Dragonoid Evon, it has evolved body path draconic body into draconic titan(r)

Draconic Titan

Once again you have taken another step on the path of the titan, you have destroyed and feasted on the essence of a Dragonoid, second only in rank to the dragons in the draconic race. You have solidified your claim as the titan that conquers and perseveres, for this you now have 90% resistance against mental attacks. Your body can now withstand the most brutal attacks of an expert and a glance of a master’s attack, keep crushing your enemies with your blade on the path of a titan!.

Moyo was happy and wary at the same time, this meant he could exchange attacks with an expert now, but it made him wonder what sort of…beings were masters, and more importantly, could he survive an attack from his master at full strength?. Hopefully, he wouldn’t discover the answer to that anytime soon, the competition was still a while away and he wanted to enjoy his time here. Dismissing that thought he continued his notifications,

Notice! Synchronicity has been discovered between the skills dimension step(r) and spatial rip(r) evolution activated. Skills have evolved into the path of the titan(r) 250!

Path of the titan(r)

Space, distance, they all no longer matter to you. Your authority has grown with the infusion of the authority of greater beings. Activating this skill costs significantly lesser than its toll on your willpower, only increasing in cost if your authority is being contested by someone with the same or higher willpower than yours. You can now store a near limitless amount of items in your spatial space and can carry one individual of the same rank as you and five individuals of the next rank lower than you, the amount multiplies in fives as the ranks reduce.

This made Moyo smile in delight, this was a skill that would come in so handy, plus, he could take people along with him now!. Noticing the last message that popped up on his screen with the name archailect committee, Moyo warily opened it,

Greetings warrior!

You have finally gotten to the halfway point of strength in the archailect!. No doubt your journey had been marred with challenges and tough decisions, but it is a testament to your strength that has seen you get to an expert. While this is no joking matter, we wish to remind you that a tall mountain is still ahead of you to climb and as such, we can only hope you maintain the same decisions and determination that guided you to expert!. You have no doubt noticed the changes in your body, this is known as a mantle.

Mantles are symbols and in the latter stages along the line abilities that manifest at the expert level. Each expert’s mantle is unique and although they may look alike, their uses vary according to their users. You have acquired the mantle: rune of the draconic slaying titan.

Rune of the draconic slaying titan:

This mantle has been bestowed upon you due to your consecutive victories over the draconic race before reaching expert. It affects both your vision and vitality, you now have the eyes worthy of the draconic specie and a body worthy of one, and your mantle manifests as runes in your eyes and written on your skin.

So that was the tattoos written on his skin, Moyo glanced at his arms to see the dark purple intricate lines manifest before sinking just below his skin, well, time would tell how useful they would become, but for now, they served only as decoration. Finally covering his notifications, Moyo pulled up his stat table and grinned like a mad man,

Name: Moyosore

Path: crushing blade

Body: Draconic Titan(+90% defense against mental attacks)

Race: human

Level: 150(2550) (Expert)

Title: bane of the hive, draconic slayer

Skills:

Greed of the titan(L) 100 Titans’ wrath(r)500 Blade of the titan(r)500 Realm of the titan(r)500 Step of the titan(r)250 Voice of the titan(r)100

attributes:

STR: 2550 END: 3112 Will of the titan: 2700 CNS: 2700 DEX: 2350 INT: 2105

Moyo had skill levels worthy of a high-end expert and new master, his attributes were definitely those of a master, of this he was sure. Plus, the number of attribute points he had, Moyo was sure he could take one attribute all the way to five thousand and evolve it, but then again, he was better off increasing all his attributes. He was in the realm of experts now; he couldn’t be found lacking in any area of his power. with that, he began allocating his attribute points.

Sharing them all equally at five hundred attribute points per attribute minus intelligence, seeing as he had no use for mana, the equivalent of intent for magic users. Speaking of intent, Moyo realized it had been a long time since he checked up on his core. Legs folded, he meditated as he dived into himself, his core that appeared before him as a sword shone with the power and might of an expert. He could feel it resonating around the dark space it resided in, Moyos’ skills, now bigger rotated steadily around his core. When Moyo placed a hand on the core, trying to see how much battle intent it contained, Moyo gawked.

The amount was mind-boggling, to put it gently, all the intent he had ever used from the first day he generated one from an aether shard till date couldn’t fill half of his current reserve. And he was an expert now, somehow, he felt it instinctively that he could shape aether into intent in the air, as to what extent he had no idea. Smiling as he pulled himself out of his body, he bowed with his head to the ground at Ajax, his unseen master wherever he might be in the deep expanse of the archailect. His eyes watered as he fought away the tears that threatened to spill, chuckling to himself as he knew his master would hit him over the head at such an open expression of gratitude.

If you still have the strength to cry, it means you still have the intent to battle.

Those were the words he was sure his master would utter if he were with him, a spatial rip opened behind him as dominion fell out into the waiting hand of its master. All at once, Moyo felt a tiny intelligence prodding at him, and it came from the katana. Eyebrows up in surprise, Moyo checked the blade and saw it was at a 50% rate of evolution, which must have probably happened during the fight with Evon, but the puzzling thing was, he had never used the blade that much in the fight, so what was spurring its growth?.

Moyo gently used his will to touch the budding sentience coming from the blade, it felt like a toddler’s mind had taken residence in his katana. The sentience felt his touch and like a child beaming at the sight of his father, sent a bunch of impressions to Moyo, Moyo was confused for a second till he understood the meaning behind the impressions,

Crush? The blade asked him,

True to its name, the first understanding dominion gathered was the thought to crush things, to ground them to dust and dominate them, Moyo couldn’t be any prouder. With a gentle touch of his will that sent the impression of patience, he felt dominion go back to slumber, well, as much as a sentient blade could sleep anyways. Placing the katana back in the rip and sealing it up back, Moyo stood up, stretching as he called back his realm with a grin, as it disappeared, he saw Annika and the rest turn to where he was with a speed worthy of advocates and acolytes, but that was all they were.

He had vanished in a blink.

With the speed worthy of an expert and his step of the titan ability, Moyo appeared outside the boundaries of Bastion as a whole. He was right back where the xerrans had landed, he had traveled far with a step he thought wincing. Walking quietly Moyo moved towards the direction of the red zone, casually strolling as each step somehow ate up space till in five steps he had appeared directly in the boundary of the yellow and red zone, this he did on purpose. As he glanced into the zone, what he saw surprised him, for the monsters and creatures in the zone were as tall as buildings and grotesque in shape, and they all were level 150.

Every single one of them.

Moyo whistled in fascination as he observed them, oh he had no doubt he could crush them given time, but if they came at him like a stampede, well, he’d rather not think of that for now. Turning back with a promise to come back someday, Moyo began actually walking back to Bastion from that distance, enjoying the sights and fresh breeze, what he really was doing was enjoying the way the creatures and monsters of the yellow zone ran in terror as he walked pass,

Ah, the refreshing feeling of being the monster that scared monsters.

Smiling as he plucked a mango from a tree where a two-headed gorilla of level seventy sat, shivering in terror with eyes wide open as Moyo walked by. Moyo began to question what a gorilla was doing on a mango tree and shook his head, best not to think of it, new world new rules he guessed, for all he knew lions could be vegetarians now. Despite his casual stroll, Moyo could see he was living in the jungle areas, moving back into the blackened field where the Dragonoids had exploded their runes, he was approaching Bastion back. His realm covered him alone, extending just a few inches around him as he casually walked towards the gates of Bastion where two-level 55 sentinels stood guard, eyes sharp looking for threats.

With no sound at all, Moyo propelled himself over the crystal walls of Bastion and right past Annika who glanced as he passed. Despite not seeing him and his subtlety, she still felt something move beside her. Moyo raised an eyebrow at her perceptiveness, landing close to the butchers’ shack where some warriors were carving up the meat of the mutated cows the sentinels had brought in earlier, with a wince Moyo realized it was past time they had farms of their own to grow different crops, they couldn’t survive on just meat alone any longer. Then he realized they would need people to tend to the farms, and with their limited population, it just wasn’t feasible.

Which brought him to the topic of his discussion which he wished to reveal before the council, just as soon as he revealed himself to them in the evening. Glancing up and seeing the sun about to set, Moyo called out to Mrs. Martha, she appeared before him in a blink. Moyo could now see the image behind her, her future mantle shape should he be correct. Eight hazy spider-looking limbs made entirely of aether hung behind her, Moyo could see them clear as day, but anyone below expert wouldn’t catch a wisp of it, which made him wonder what his master had seen as his training progressed.

She smoothened her already arranged hair,

“You called lord?” she asked,

“Alright, enough with the lord thing, it sounds disrespectful to you, where I came from I should be calling you lord,” Moyo said, his eyes pleading,

Mrs. Martha gave a short laugh,

“Unless where you came from, they could beat up an expert who I’m pretty sure can wipe out everyone in this city with just a word, then I would stick with formality, but since you want it this way, then fine, Moyo,” she said relenting,

Moyo gave her a grateful nod, walking towards Ife,

“You called?” Mrs. Martha asked,

“Yh, it’s time,” he said as he opened the doors to the walls of the castle inside Ife,

With a brief blast of his power that covered Bastion, Moyo felt five people hone into the walls of the castle as they rapidly approached. As Moyo sat on his chair which was oddly enough, in the middle of the chairs the council used, Annika burst right into the room like a whirlwind of power, followed tightly behind by Ayo, Idris, Josh, and Boyle. Moyo was in the process of giving Mrs. Martha a stare for the chair arrangement as she suddenly found the doors interesting when Annika crashed into him. Of course, the strength of an expert was enough to withstand the force she used to hit him, but Moyo was more surprised by the way she cried openly. Blabbering about how she knew he was alive, he hugged her soothingly, very aware of the looks everyone was shooting his way, wondering what he was missing.

Soon enough they were able to pry Annika off him, the reunion went well. Idris clapping him on his back, Boyle shaking his hand with a barely relieved expression, Ayo her stoic self as she nodded at him with a smile on his face, Josh ran at him as he faked a crying expression, Moyo simply slid out of the way as everyone laughed. With the formalities out of way, Moyo sighed,

“We finally did it,” he said,

They all cheered good-naturedly, Moyo noticed Annika staring at him oddly with a smile on her face, Moyo cleared his throat feeling uncomfortable as he continued,

“And now, I think it’s time” he continued,

“For?” Mrs. Martha asked, but by the gleam in her eyes, Moyo was sure she knew what he was about to say next,

“it’s time we let the world know, of Bastion” he completed.

Throughout the evening, they had discussed the pros and cons of such a bold move, the main driving factor for Moyo was the earlier they let the whole of humanity, or what was left of it anyways, know what the archailect contained and how it worked, the better for them all, plus they were still the only ones on their planet. However, a few details were removed, like how to get to Bastion itself, Moyo wanted humanity to survive, but he was no fool. Humans were sometimes selfish and greedy creatures, not that anyone on the planet was his match right now, but he wouldn’t put the lives of his people in danger needlessly. Plus, he was pretty sure that as soon as the other factions in the archailect began to land, more than a few humans would sell their proverbial birthrights to them in exchange for what they perceived as power.

With their decisions finalized, the council decided to go ahead with it in the morning. Moyo breathed out as he felt a heavy burden lift from his shoulders, he had achieved the first aim, he had grown strong enough to protect those he cared about, for now anyways. Watching as Mrs. Martha began interfacing with the core itself, Moyo opened his spatial rip, producing the legendary dungeon core. Immediately all attention in the room honed in on the raw power.

“Is that?” Boyle asked with awe on his face,

“Yeah, a legendary dungeon core” Moyo replied,

“so much power” Annika murmured,

Indeed, it was a well of condensed very pure aether if Moyo could guess, if he absorbed it, from what he was seeing of the information, he would have ten thousand attribute points. Locking away that thought, Moyo glanced at Mrs. Martha and threw the core to her, she caught it with all seriousness of a person catching a chickens egg, cradling it gently In her arms like a newborn, not that the core deserved cuddling though, it would take all the strength of an expert to try crushing the core. He looked at her with a grin on his face,

“I’m thinking it’s time we expand the territory of Bastion; don’t you think?” he said with a twinkle in his eyes,

She took a sharp breath in,

“You do know, my l-Moyo, that creating a domain means we’ll own the entire sector one of the yellow zones right?” she said, her eyes as wide as a saucer,

“yup,” Moyo replied,

“And as we expand into the other sectors, five in all in the yellow zone, your domain will keep expanding?”

“yup”

“And if we keep going at this rate, in a year we could probably own the entire yellow zone?”

“I’m hoping we do, I have plans for this zone you see” Moyo completed smiling,

“he’s a mad man,” Idris said shaking his head mockingly,

“True, but he’s our mad man,” Annika said smiling,

Josh cleared his throat, a mischievous smile on his face as he looked at Annika,

“You mean yo- “was all he said before he found the tip of Annikas’ spear between his teeth, her eyebrows raised,

“You were saying?” she said silently, Josh carefully shook his head as the rest of the room laughed, Moyo staring with confusion.

Mrs. Martha turned back to Moyo, a light smile on her face,

“If you would do the honors?” she said.

Moyo walked to the dungeon core that now served as an interface for the whole of Bastion, opening up the leveling up options and accepting the upgrade.

Not to a kingdom, but a domain.

Immediately the rare dungeon core was absorbed into the legendary dungeon core that replaced it on its pedestal. A rush of pure aether spread out from the core in a wave, first weaving into Moyo, cementing his claim on the entire sector and accepting him as its ruler and lord in might and deed. Moyo was pretty sure if he were not an expert or didn’t have the draconic titan body he did, he might have burned up from the inside. The aether rich and dangerous blazed from him to the others in the room, from there the energy rolling like a wave filled the entire area of Ife, then Bastion as a whole, and then kept on flooding the entire area as a whole without losing strength till Moyo felt it encompass the entire sector one.

He could feel it all, from the grass at the edges of sector one, to the very stones now turned a dark crystallized rock that made up the walls of the room they were in Ife, Moyo felt it all. His body was brimming with power, his mantle blazed to life on his skin as he felt his authority encompass the entire sector one. If he was previously a monster to the creatures that roamed the sector before, he was a deity now, dark purple eyes glowing with barely constrained power, Moyo glanced around the room. The walls of Ife were shining a dark purple color, the same as his eyes, the pedestal that held the now legendary dungeon core that served as the domain’s new interface was made of solid dark purple aether crystal shaped like the pommel of a sword and the core floated serenely above it.

A loud gong reverberated around the room as a golden notification took up the entire area,

Global notice!

The city Bastion has now upgraded into the domain of Bastion, home of the titan on the path of the crushing blade!. Hail lord Moyo titan blade, the first expert to accomplish this feat on planet C-102!.

“well, it seems the archailect has done the announcement for us,” Mrs. Martha said as Moyo winced,

Not the most subtle way to do it but it got the job done nonetheless. Again another gong reverberated,

Zone notice!

The city of Bastion has now upgraded into the domain Bastion, for accomplishing this you get:

5,000 diamond coins! 100,000 gold coins! 500,000 silver coins! 2,000,000 bronze coins! Access to global communication! Domain teleportation hubs!

Everyone just stared like a fish out of water with their eyes open, their minds trying to calculate the amount of wealth they had just acquired. Moyo however was drawn to the loud voices outside of Ife, with a smile he stepped out of the core room with one move and appeared in front of the castle doors, staring at the inhabitants of Bastion as their eyes widened seeing him. They became still, and then a roar that shook the very dark dense crystals that made up the walls of both Bastion itself and the inner city of Ife tore out from the very mouths of the people. With a smile, Moyo waded between the people, lifting three kids at once as the people cried for joy,

Their titan was back.

That same night, Moyo sat on the ornate stone chair in the core room, his council members arranged at both sides of him, Annika, Ayo, and Idris to his right while Mrs. Martha, Boyle, and Josh to his left. He took a deep breath as he prepared for what he was about to do, his hair had been twisted into braids, red traditional beads adorning them and he looked every inch like an ancient traditional Yoruba warrior from his tribe of old. Annika wore a necklace of dark beads, her hair also braided as she had been the one to braid his too, saying it made him look more regal, whatever that meant, even Mrs. Martha approved saying first looks mattered.

He steadied himself as he felt a cool hand on his left shoulder, glancing to see Annika smiling at him, a light nod assuring him. He nodded back and summoned every feeling of authority he had, feeling his eyes glow purple, his skin tightened and his bones solidly strengthening like the titan he very well was. With a gesture to Mrs. Martha, she activated a floating construct in her front, providing the hundred diamond coins it demanded, a steep but necessary price for the action he was about to undertake.

With a brief burst of light, the floating orb-like construct activated, and over every stronghold or higher form of habitat where humanity resided on earth a visible rectangular screen appeared with the face of Moyo. The pressure everyone who viewed it would feel would be that of an expert, but to them, it could as well have been that of a god.

To the icy tundra of what was formerly Russia, now its own continent that was twice the size of Asia a screen appeared over every stronghold. The initiate known as the winters rage glanced up in shock…

To the sandy deserts of the Sahara which had been merged with a lush jungle of the amazon now its own continent, the newly made initiate amazons and sand warriors paused in their battles staring up at the sky at the rumored titan in awe….

All over the now absurdly bigger planets green zones with nothing less than up to ten super large continents, the screen opened with the image of Moyo staring down at them with all the regal power, will, and authority of a titan, and he opened his mouth, steel shone in his eyes along with those who stood beside him.

“my name is Moyo, Moyosore titan blade” the titan on the path of the crushing blade started….