"Withstand a single direct strike from the Roaring Titan," Sam muttered under his breath, narrowing his eyes. "Huh."
Almost immediately after he spoke, a ripple spread across the dark plains beneath him.
From the center of that ripple, the ground cracked apart, and the same massive hand he had already seen twice before burst upward.
It was the Titan's hand.
"You're really not going to show your face?" Sam groaned, already expecting no response.
[I do not need to. You're going to die now.]
[Almost no one, and I mean NO ONE, has ever survived this attack. It is simply too powerful.]
Sam took a deep breath, his fingers tightening around the hilt of his sword.
Then, with a confident grin stretching across his face, he stared up at the enormous hand and said, "Then come on. Give it your all."
[Goodbye, True Primordial.]
The giant hand suddenly opened wide, and in the center of its palm, a strange, unstable sphere of swirling purple energy began to form.
