Zyraeth's eyes flew wide.
He truly hadn't expected Valtheron to still be this terrifying after all those years of imprisonment.
What he found even harder to swallow was that Valtheron's control over this world's Primordial Force didn't seem any weaker than his.
But at this point, Zyraeth had no road left to retreat down.
The next instant, he yanked out more than a dozen gems of different colors and flung them into the sky in one motion. Power surged into them all at once, and an overwhelming wave of energy detonated outward, sweeping across the heavens.
One by one, the gems lit up in midair.
Inside each one, it was like something strange was being nurtured—some warped spark of life.
As Zyraeth kept pouring power in, they swelled rapidly, twisting, reshaping, dragging the world's Primordial Force—and nearby materials—into a forced fusion.
In only a few breaths—
One giant.
Two.
Three.
Then more, until over a dozen titans formed one after another.
