The return of the Titans did not send the world into immediate panic.
That, in itself, was an anomaly.
Had they risen at the peak of their strength, continents would have trembled, oceans would have recoiled, and even the skies would have bent beneath their presence. Yet the Titans had awakened sluggishly, their colossal forms still shackled by the lethargy of millennia-long slumber.
Their minds were clouded, their instincts dulled, their dominion over the laws they once embodied fractured and incomplete.
For now, they lingered in a state of half-conscious rebirth, reacquainting themselves with reality.
It would take weeks, perhaps months, before they fully understood the era they had awoken into. Before they realised that primordial beings or ancient divines no longer ruled the world, but by fragile, short-lived creatures who called themselves humans.
Only then would their wrath truly descend.
And when it did, the consequences would be cataclysmic.
