On the Snowshadow Plain, an ancient fortress of ice and snow stood firm amid the raging blizzard.
It was one of the Titan Race's thirty-two strongholds—and also the one closest to human territory.
At this very moment, inside the conference hall at the topmost floor of the castle, a large number of Titan executives had gathered.
"How are things on Dark Titan's side?" the commander demanded. "Have we broken into the humans' Frostguard City yet?"
The commander was a middle-aged Titan with a trimmed beard. His gaze was icy as it swept across everyone present.
Just then, an intelligence officer wearing glasses spoke up, trembling.
"Commander… I'm afraid we've run into trouble."
"After Dark Titan lost control, his bodily functions rapidly declined as well. Our resurrection plan… has failed completely."
The instant he heard that report, the commander slammed his palm down onto the conference table.
"Useless! All of you are useless!"
