Now the real battle starts…
Orcus bellowed, and the very ground beneath Titus trembled like a drum beaten by an angry god.
Atlas didn't smile this time. He couldn't. Not with the sight before him—the once colossal giant compressed into a smaller, human-sized frame, his body writhing with shadows that weren't his own.
Countless eyes blinked open in his chest, each glistening wet with unnatural hunger, while mouths whispered from his arms and legs like broken instruments trying to find harmony. He was not just Orcus anymore—he was a hymn of darkness made flesh.
A stray thought flickered in Atlas's mind, sharp and tempting as a blade: Could I do that with Veil? Could I fuse with my shadow the same way? But he smothered it. That was not the time.
'Enhance strength.'
Step.
He moved forward, steady, golden light sliding over his skin like molten armor.
Step.
