The instant Amon vanished alongside the Titan King, Yue moved.
Silver light shimmered, and she appeared at the forefront of the battlefield, directly before the remaining Titans. Behind her stood those chosen to inherit divinity.
Leon stepped forward first, his grip firm around the Holy Blade Ascalon. Sacred flames erupted along its edge, white-gold fire coiling upward in solemn arcs. The ice beneath his boots hissed and parted, unable to withstand the purity radiating from the blade. His eyes burned with unwavering conviction; there was no room for error now.
Beside him, Ellahan exhaled softly—and the earth responded. Holy power surged from her core, spilling into the frozen terrain. Vines burst through solid ice. Saplings erupted into towering trees in seconds, their branches spreading wide as if reclaiming dominion from the treant Titan itself. Verdant life spiralled around her feet, thriving impossibly within the polar wasteland.
