"Draw your swords!" the Awoken One roared, his voice booming across the ranks like a war drum. "You are the pride of House Nethaneel! We may not be immortals, but our steel is forged for moments such as this! Whatever comes, we stand firm! Brace yourselves, men!"
Shing! Shing! Shing!
Like a wave of silver light, blades were drawn in unison. Thousands of swords flashed beneath the filtered sunlight, and for a moment, the men's hearts steeled. Their morale surged at their general's defiance, until the forest before them parted.
Then they saw them.
Not the giants from their childhood tales, not the kind who stood merely a few feet taller than men.
No.
These were titans.
Real titans.
