Orimo stood still—his gaze sharp, unyielding.
The green flames that once burned on his back had vanished long ago, leaving only silence behind him.
Then—
BOOM.
Yellow lightning slammed into the ground again and again, tearing through the sky like divine punishment. The earth split. Sand and stone erupted upward.
From the storm emerged a towering figure.
Eight feet tall.
A three-meter titan of pure muscle.
His bronze-glowing eyes burned beneath a tightened jaw. Massive hands flexed as his presence alone blew away nearby houses, the shockwave ripping through Sandy Haven.
He roared.
The air screamed.
Orimo clenched his teeth and shouted,
"That's enough… Orpheon."
Titan Form — Orpheon Rangh.
Orpheon slammed his fist into the ground.
Orimo vanished sideways—
BOOM!
The impact shattered the earth where he stood a second ago.
Orpheon didn't stop.
He stepped forward and unleashed a relentless storm of blows.
"Fist Barrage."
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
Each punch cracked the air itself. The ground collapsed beneath the force. Shockwaves rippled outward like tidal waves.
Even Orpheon staggered slightly from his own momentum—his massive frame crushing a navy soldier behind him without even noticing.
Blood splashed the sand.
Then—
SWISH!
A blade screamed through the air.
Steel crashed against Orimo's crossed arms, the impact blasting him several steps back, boots carving deep trenches into the sand.
A cold voice followed.
"Give up, Orimo Kuzan."
Seraph Admiral Dior Kres stepped forward, blade lowered but ready, eyes sharp and merciless.
His growl cut through the chaos.
"Or die here."
Two Seraph Admirals stood before him.
And the war had truly begun.