The Roosevelt Fortress scraped across jagged cliffs, metal shrieking as it tore through stone.
Sparks rained from its armor, every impact rattling the frame.
Inside, men slammed against their harnesses.
Even Arthur, bound by thousands of wires, felt every brutal jolt hammer through him.
"Steady. Steady. Men, steady your hands!"
Arthur barked through the comms, voice ironclad.
Through the neural feeds, he felt their emotions flood him — anxiety, fear, raw panic
But above it all, a singular force cut through.
Undying trust.
Arthur grinned, a mechanical twitch pulling at his mouth.
'Gotcha.'
He wanted the titan to taste that fear — to sense the human chaos inside the machine.
The old feint still worked.
"Overclock the core! Now!"
Along the twin swords, crimson blade auras sharpened, forming serrated teeth, each edge shimmering with lethal intent.
The core's stable hum spiked into a roaring rev, shaking the frame.
Dazzling arcs of energy erupted across the machine's limbs and body, weaving into crackling veins of raw power.
Servos strained — the energy inside the fortress pulsated with violence, trading stability for an overwhelming force.
[Core Overclocking: 400%]
[Overclock Timer - 00:01:57]
The solidified spikes began to rotate like a chainsaw, producing a grinding cyclone of destruction.
Thousands. Tens of thousands. Hundreds of thousands of revolutions per minute.
Roosevelt Fortress bent impossibly low, limbs splayed wide, slipping under the titan's colossal, whistling stomp.
The aim was clear —
"Choke on this, you oversized bastard."
A direct drive into the mountain giant's exposed gut, where mass and weight offered no shield.
With a sound like an industrial cutter tearing through steel, Arthur drove the fortress's spinning blade straight into the titan's abdominal cavity.
Sickening echoes tore through the frozen plateau as serrated blades shredded the titan's rocky innards, ripping metallic viscera apart with every turn.
The air turned foul, thick with the stench of molten steel and scorched blood, a hideous mixture of burning earth and living death.
The sentinel roared, its body convulsing in rage.
The sentinel roared, its body convulsing in rage, trying to readjust its massive frame — but it was already too late.
Geysers of volcanic blood erupted as the fortress twisted the blade deeper.
Before the sentinel could slam its entire body down, Arthur had already wrenched the blade free.
A brutal withdrawal — trailing arcs of entrails and steaming gore that splattered across the battlefield, painting it in shades of ruin and victory.
The titan wasn't mindless. Even wounded, it adapted instantly.
Seeing its own massive size as a weapon, it launched skyward, a black meteor ascending with terrifying force.
It knew no spells, but raw elemental energy wrapped its flesh — allowing it mobility through the air.
Arthur turned to the clock and didn't blink. He seized the moment.
[Core Overclocking Timer - 00:01:49]
"Let's finish this quickly."
The twin swords of the Roosevelt Fortress rotated inward.
Sparks cascaded as the deep grooves aligned, the two weapons locking together like pieces of a monstrous jigsaw puzzle.
Around the newly fused blade, motes of light began to gather — bright, like the first spell Cain had conjured.
Arthur felt his grip on the armrest tighten.
For a split second, through the haze of battle, a memory pierced through.
'My... my hands are glowing, Grandpa! You're the best teacher ever!'
Those few words were the most precious thing to Arthur.
Simple words — but to Arthur.
They made him feel invincible.
The motes solidified into a singular, luminous blade, a weapon forged of steel, magic, and all the weight of the dreams they carried.
Arthur didn't hesitate.
He thrust the new blade toward the falling titan, aiming to end it — here and now.
[Mind-Fortress Synchronization: 92%]
Arthur's will surged through the neural link. No static or resistance — just harmony.
The energy flow across the Roosevelt Fortress turned fluid — like a symphony under a master conductor.
Arcs of electricity rippled from shoulder to wrist, racing down the blade's spine until it ignited.
Photon Strike.
A mass of condensed sword-energy, vibrating at atomic disruption frequency, formed at the edge — a slash that promised to melt down anything in its trajectory, steel or soul.
Above, the titan answered — roaring and summoning the elements at its command.
From its core, carbon twisted into diamond-laced plating, titanium folded upon itself in a single breath — forged not by time, but by thought.
The clash came.
Luminescent blade against an impregnable solitaire polearm.
The impact didn't sound — it resonated.
A deafening screech rumbled through the sky.
Particles screamed, light bent — man-made brilliance and elemental wrath clashed.
Heat waves bloomed like auroras.
The air itself recoiled as the sword grinded down the crystal formation at an alarming speed.
Melted debris rained down heavy like shattered glass.
The titan's body began to melt — massive droplets of molten glass and liquefied steel sloughed from its frame, crashing into the frozen ground like meteorites.
Its face caved inward, features dripping like soft wax, distorting into an unrecognizable mass of ruin.
The diamond lance it once wielded wilted, degrading into graphite, brittle edges crackling under invisible heat.
The massive shield buckled, gushing molten titanium, pouring out like a foundry's spill, painting the ice black with steam and fire.
Inside the Roosevelt Fortress, magical engineers worked frantically to relieve the burdens of the antique machinery.
"Cooling systems couldn't keep up! We need to reroute the heat! Now!"
"The wires are burning! Somebody! Get something and put it out!"
"The core's going critical! We need to shut it down!"
The ancient machinery groaned under the strain.
The Fortress's core stuttered — a heart faltering under impossible pressure.
Unable to hold the overclocked power roaring through its veins.
Outdated systems paired with overwhelming energy was a fatal mismatch.
The Fortress's core stuttered — a heart faltering under impossible pressure.
Unable to hold the overclocked power roaring through its veins.
[Core Overclocking Timer - 00:00:11 (Paused)]
[Core Overclocking: Automatic Disable]
[Energy Reserves: 29%]
[Arm Integrity: 61%]
"It didn't even made it past ten seconds anymore."
Shaking his head, Arthur stared at the monitors — a crater of molten rock and steel stretched nearly a dozen kilometers across.
Within the sizzling smoke and steam, the titan's fate was — unknown.