Kaelor turned to look at Titan. The great beast towered over men and horses alike, its bulk a mountain of power and muscle wrapped in dark, jagged plates of metallic armour.
Each segment of its hide shimmered with a deep obsidian hue, pulsing faintly like embers under the surface. Its plated chest rose and fell slowly with each breath, exhaling steam from nostrils that flared like a furnace.
Even without the additional armour fitted by the system, Titan Cebereus was a fortress on four legs. Its natural hide alone could turn aside silver ranked swords, and he had seen it catching ballista bolts in its maw and crushing the bolt like kindling.
Titan was bred for war, for sieges, for trampling through enemy lines, but even with all its monstrous might, Kaelor's heart faltered as he gazed at the distant black clouds. Bees. Not dozens, tens of thousands. A living storm of buzzing wings and stingers, pouring out from the distant hive like a curse.
