Ashur-ll'Zhara paused, gazing at the faint, flickering soul of Tian — no longer the colossal, proud being he once was, but still dignified in the quiet echo of his remaining self. And as he stood there, he closed his eyes… and remembered.
Long before he bore the name Ashur-ll'Zhara — back when the stars still whispered his oldest title, *Ashur the Angel of Absolute* — he had descended into the *Titan's Realm*. That moment had been etched into the memory of existence itself.
Simon, his faithful companion, though a *Primordial Elder God of Reality*, had never stepped foot into this sacred place. But Ashur had and was summoned. As the veil between planes parted, they arrived at the edge of a realm so vast that *galaxies danced like fireflies* beneath the feet of the *Titan younglings*, whose laughter echoed like cosmic drums.
Simon floated in awe, his form wrapped in the flowing essence of pure reality, his eyes wide as the grand vision of the *Titan's Realm* unfolded before him.
High above the cosmic floor, *massive planets hovered*, each pulsating with radiant, living energy. They weren't just celestial bodies—they were alive.
"Ashur," Simon asked, voice laced with reverence, "what… are those?"
Ashur stood beside him, arms crossed behind his back, golden aura dimmed in respect to the place. His voice was calm, timeless.
"*Titan eggs.* Each one contains a realm—a living cradle of existence. They gestate universes within, feeding on infinite cosmic energy until they hatch… and a Titan is born."
Simon couldn't speak. In the air around them, the silence hummed with unspoken stories. They floated forward, and before them rose shapes that defied dimensions.
*Titan Children*.
They were colossus of such magnitude that *galaxies* spun in their hands like marbles. One of them giggled, tossing a spiral arm of a galaxy to another, shaping it into a ring of suns just to admire the glow. They played not with toys—but with worlds.
Beyond them, the *Adult Titans* loomed—*walking universes*, each one a being whose every step shaped the boundaries of logic and physics. Their presence was gravity; their heartbeat, time. They were the unspoken balance between chaos and order. To lesser beings incomprehensible.
But even they fell silent as the *Omega Titans* came into view.
These were beings beyond comprehension, entities that manipulated *narrative threads* themselves. To them, reality was fiction, and fiction could be rewritten with a glance. Their forms were not constant. Their size incomprehensible.
Simon trembled slightly as they approached the *Council of Omega Titans*, seated upon thrones carved from the first concepts of being. And at the center, on a throne sat their king:
*Thame.*
When Ashur took a step forward and sat in an empty seat beside them, Simon felt the realm still.
Thame rose without a word.
Then, with a roar that shattered meaning itself, he threw a punch—a blow as heavy as all of existence combined, backed by the authority of Omega.
It struck Ashur.
And the fight began.
Their clash could not be seen—only felt. Even Simon, a *Primordial Elder God of Reality*, could not *perceive* the combat. The Omega Titans stood up in awe, unable to decipher the layers of their battle.
Each blow rewrote laws.
Each strike shattered timelines.
And when it ended, Ashur stood unshaken—*Thame defeated*, though smiling.
That battle wasn't war. It was *greeting*.
Thame exhaled and spoke for the first time.
"We needed you."
Ashur's gaze sharpened. "Drexxa'Null-Vaeroth."
Thame nodded.
"He's already touched the *Titan eggs*, corrupting them. We felt it, but could not cleanse it. His influence is not bound by story or fate."
And so, Ashur had come—summoned not by duty, but by *family*. The corrupted eggs needed to be healed. The children needed to be protected. He solved the problem but with a cost that brought a battle between him and Drexxa .
Remembering this Ashur sighed.