The cavern echoed with the sounds of battle—roars of defiance, the clash of claw against flesh, and the relentless thrum of bodies slamming into stone.
The titans, bruised and battered, staggered to regroup.
Their breaths came in ragged gasps, their movements heavy with exhaustion.
For a moment, it felt like the weight of the entire world pressed down on them.
Then, over the cacophony, a voice cut through like a blade through fog. Cold. Steady. Commanding.
"Enough," Lyerin said, stepping forward with an air of effortless control. His eyes burned with a cold fire as he surveyed the chaos. "I'm taking charge again."
The titans paused, a flicker of hope flashing in their exhausted faces.
Lyerin's presence was like a steel spine to their crumbling willpower.
The humanoid trilobites screeched, sensing a change in the air, but it didn't matter.