Across the field, the other alliances fought for their lives. Thalmyr-Ronethis had finally driven their convergence through the seam they had opened and split their Titan from sternum to spine, the giant folding around the wound. Virexion-Kezryx had pinned theirs under a mountain of lightning and were grinding it down strike by strike, Jaskrit's own attacks carving glowing trenches in its armor. Celestara-Dravokh had wounded one but lacked the power to finish it, Joaka's radiant strikes scoring its hide without breaking through.
Six Titans remained. Three were dead. Suryax-Regalon had killed all three, and the Doom Monarch's giants had noticed.
Three of the remaining Titans broke from their advance and turned, all at once, toward the southeastern arc. Toward the presence that had been killing them. They came together now, shoulder to shoulder, covering each other, refusing to be picked apart the way the first three had been.
