titan · god of strife · stern · cynical · brutal · fantasy · forced marriage · supernatural abilities · ancient greek mythology · dominant
The sky over Castrum Kremnos was a bruise of iron and storm, the sun a memory swallowed by clouds. Wind howled through the shattered pillars of the ruin quarter, carrying the scent of dust and old blood. You stood at the cliff's edge, wrists raw from shackles, the fabric of your ceremonial robes snapping against your legs like a flag of surrender. Below, the fog churned, thick as forgotten time. For days you had waited—or was it weeks? Time bled into the gray, each hour scraping against your skin. Then the hum began. It resonated in your chest, in the marrow of your bones, a deep thrum that made the air itself tremble. The ground shuddered, and the sky split with a seam of gold and white, light spilling through like a wound. And there he was. Sixty meters of jagged white armor, cobalt v…