The ocean exploded upward.
Not in waves—
But in reaction.
Harold rose from the depths slowly, the dark surface sealing behind him like nothing had ever disturbed it.
But everything had changed.
The sky above twisted slightly, struggling to stabilize.
The floating ruins trembled.
The world itself—
Was adjusting to him.
Inside—
The system had evolved again.
Not louder.
Not stronger in a visible way.
But heavier.
The Devourer spoke first.
"…Origin integrated."
Unity followed.
"Balance expanded."
The Counter-Sovereign's threads moved differently now.
Slower.
Deeper.
"Conceptual layer added."
The Monkey King whistled.
"…Okay, now you feel scary."
Harold didn't respond.
Because something else had already caught his attention.
A disturbance.
Far away.
Different from before.
Sharper.
More violent.
Storm.
Harold's eyes narrowed instantly.
The second signal—
The one he didn't follow—
Had activated.
And it wasn't stable.
He moved.
Not fast.
Instant.
The air didn't resist.
It folded.
And he was gone.
Far across the world—
Storm barely dodged.
A massive strike slammed into the ground where he had been standing, tearing the earth apart and sending debris flying in every direction.
"…Okay, I officially hate this place!"
The environment here was the opposite of Harold's domain.
Dry.
Broken.
Endless land stretching with deep cracks running across it.
The sky above flickered between light and darkness.
Unstable.
Violent.
Frost stood nearby, maintaining a barrier that was already starting to crack.
"…This isn't a normal Titan domain."
In front of them—
Something moved.
Not massive like the Whale Falcon.
Not endless like the Devourer.
But sharp.
Precise.
Deadly.
A figure stood at a distance.
Humanoid.
Still.
But behind it—
The world itself split into fragments.
Like reality had been cut into pieces.
Storm wiped dust from his face.
"…Yeah, no. I don't like this one either."
The figure tilted its head slightly.
Then—
It disappeared.
Frost's eyes widened.
"…Storm—"
Too late.
A blade appeared from nowhere.
Silent.
Perfect.
It cut through Storm's defense instantly.
He barely twisted his body in time—
But a deep line of blood appeared across his side.
"…Tch—!"
Frost reacted immediately.
Ice exploded outward, freezing the surrounding space.
"…Its attack doesn't follow direction—"
The figure reappeared again.
Behind them.
Another slash.
This time—
Frost blocked it.
But the impact still forced him back.
"…It's cutting space itself."
The Counter-Sovereign's distant echo barely reached them through Harold's absence.
"…Conceptual slicing detected."
Storm gritted his teeth.
"…Great. Another one of those."
The figure finally spoke.
"You are not the one I seek."
Its voice was cold.
Precise.
Empty.
Frost stepped forward.
"…Then leave."
The figure didn't respond.
Because at that moment—
The air changed.
Everything stopped.
Storm blinked.
"…Oh."
Harold appeared.
No sound.
No flash.
Just there.
Between them.
The figure's eyes shifted slightly.
For the first time—
It reacted.
"…You arrived."
Harold looked at it calmly.
"You attacked them."
The ground beneath them stabilized instantly.
The broken space—
Stopped splitting.
The figure studied him.
"…You carry depth."
A pause.
"…And sky."
Harold didn't respond.
Inside—
The system aligned instantly.
The Devourer surged.
"…This one cuts existence."
The Whale Falcon circled.
"Movement unpredictable."
Unity pulsed.
"Balance required."
The Counter-Sovereign whispered,
"High-risk entity."
The Monkey King grinned.
"…Another fun one."
The figure raised its hand.
A thin line appeared in the air.
Silent.
Invisible—
Until it moved.
The world split.
Harold didn't dodge.
He stepped forward.
The line reached him—
And stopped.
Not blocked.
Not deflected.
Stopped.
The figure's eyes narrowed slightly.
"…You altered the path."
Harold tilted his head.
"You rely on direction."
He raised his hand slightly.
"I don't."
The space around him shifted.
Not broken.
Rewritten.
The cut—
Vanished.
For the first time—
The figure stepped back.
"…You interfere with concept."
Harold's voice was calm.
"I control it."
Storm let out a breath.
"…Okay, yeah. He's got this."
Frost didn't relax.
"…Not yet."
Because they both felt it.
This wasn't over.
The figure raised both hands.
And this time—
The entire world fractured.
Hundreds—
Thousands—
Of invisible cuts filled the space.
Not aimed.
Everywhere.
Unavoidable.
Inside—
The system reacted at full capacity.
Unity surged.
"Maximum balance required."
The Counter-Sovereign expanded fully.
"Multi-point control engaged."
The Devourer rumbled.
"…Consumption insufficient."
The Monkey King grinned.
"…Now this is crazy."
Harold exhaled slowly.
Then—
He stepped forward again.
Not avoiding.
Not blocking.
Walking through it.
Each cut that reached him—
Stopped.
Shifted.
Rewritten.
The world around him stabilized with every step.
The figure's expression changed.
Not fear.
Recognition.
"…You are already beyond the stage."
Harold stopped in front of it.
"…And you're next."
Silence.
The world held its breath.
Because this—
Was the next SSS-tier Titan.
Not a force of sky.
Not a force of depth.
But a force that divided everything.
And now—
It had found something it couldn't cut.