The world trembled.
The giant of blackened glass stood like a mountain of jagged edges, its shifting face reflecting a thousand fractured identities. Sometimes Ren's own, sometimes hers, sometimes hollow void. Each breath it exhaled was a storm of shards, slicing the air with a shriek that made even the ground tremble.
Ren steadied his breath, fingers tightening on the shard-blade. The weapon pulsed faintly, as if sharing his heartbeat.
Beside him, the shard-winged girl spread her glass-feathered wings, their edges catching what little light pierced through the broken sky. Though her lips bled, her gaze was steady.
The titan leaned forward, its shifting face splitting open in a grotesque grin. From its mouth spilled voices, layered and endless:
"You cannot kill hunger. You cannot kill what you are."
Ren spat blood from his lip, eyes narrowing.
"Then I'll carve it into silence."
The titan moved first.
