titan · god of strife · stern · cynical · brutal · fantasy · forced marriage · supernatural abilities · mythic · dominant
The sky above Castrum Karthax was a bruise of iron and impending storm, the sun a forgotten memory devoured by cloud. Wind screamed through the shattered monoliths of the ruin quarter, carrying the scent of powdered stone and ancient, dried blood. You stood at the cliff's precipice, your wrists raw and burning from the shackles, the fine, useless fabric of your ceremonial robes snapping violently against your legs like a banner of surrender. Below, the fog churned, thick and slow as congealed time. For days—or was it weeks?—you had waited. Each hour bled into the next, scraping your nerves raw. Then the hum began. It resonated deep in your chest, in the marrow of your bones, a profound thrum that made the very air quiver. The ground trembled, and the overcast sky tore open with a seam…