Facing off against the minions of the Civilization Devourer, this wasn't Richard's first time.
But this time, the minions sent by the Civilization Devourer seemed somewhat different.
Outside a stream of light, the jet-black Titan stood quietly in the void, its aura steady as a mountain. Energy flowed ceaselessly within its body, and the life field on its body circulated as if a cycle of flowing water, endlessly repeating yet flawlessly complete.
This Titan was quite unusual, starkly different from the mucus-formed Titan that came to slay him last time.
The Titan opened its eyes, where a hint of crimson adorned the white pupils.
Even separated by the distance of a stream of light, Richard could clearly feel the cold killing intent.
Richard sliced open space, retrieving his Titan's Hammer.
But unlike before, this time, a pair of arms suddenly grew from under his ribs.
