MTLNOVEL Chapter 26: Dusk Titan
The wave of rejuvenated darkness spread across the battlefield like a tide, washing over the weary Saints.
It pushed down the suffocating will of the Cursed abominations. It healed. It revitalized.
It was nothing short of a miracle. A miracle Revel never thought possible—until now.
"How did he do it?"
She didn't wait for an answer.
With a sharp swing of her blade, she severed the blinded Great Monster's legs. In the same motion, she plunged her hand into its gaping chest, tearing out its grotesque heart.
"Beats me," Seishan replied, effortlessly dissolving the abomination's tainted blood into her own system. "That guy's been pulling off miracles since I met him in the Forgotten Shore."
Revel exhaled, flicking the gore from her blade.
Her gaze drifted toward the heart of the battlefield, where the Sovereigns were supposed to be confronting the Gate's Guardian.
So far, nothing. Too quiet.
"If only Mother and Anvil could've created something like this..." she muttered, rinsing the filth from her face with a barely perceptible trickle of water.
"No use lamenting the past," Seishan said, stepping past her, eyes fixed on the sky. The silhouettes of more Cursed creatures were beginning to appear, dark shapes twisting against the red-tinted horizon.
"All we can do now is look forward. Do what Ki Song couldn't."
Her voice was steady, but her fingers twitched at the hilt of her weapon. "We have to make Clan Song the greatest it can be."
Revel stood in silence for a moment, then let out a slow sigh. "I've been doing my best every day... ever since then."
The words barely left her lips before a surging pressure shattered the air. Revel's breath caught.
She immediately looked up— And there it was.
A gigantic head peered down at them from the rupture in the sky, twisted into a grin so grotesque it made her stomach churn.
It looked down at them like insects in a box. Like it was merely waiting to crush them.
A monstrous weight slammed down on her body.
"What... tremendous pressure..."
Revel staggered, gripping her mouth, barely stopping herself from vomiting.
It was overpowering the Sovereigns' domain.
"That's not the Cursed Tyrant we saw in Cassie's projection," Seishan said, voice unnervingly calm. Her gaze never left the horror looming above them.
"It's worse. Far worse."
"From the looks of it..."
A new voice cut in.
Beastmaster approached, stepping over the mangled corpse of an abomination, its grotesque maw split open as if something had torn it apart from the inside.
"It's a Cursed Terror."
Silence. A gnawing, dreadful silence. A moment where fate itself seemed to hang by a thread.
And then—
The battlefield stirred. The shadows rippled.
Beneath the Terror's looming gaze, they gathered, coalescing into something massive.
Bigger. And bigger. Until a giant emerged from the darkness.
A colossal warrior—towering over the landscape and the broken cliffs. Its demonic face turned upward, locking onto the Cursed Terror.
A massive black odachi rested in its grip, dark flames slithering across its surface, licking hungrily at the air.
And then, slowly—deliberately—The giant warrior raised its sword.
As if challenging the abomination to a duel.
"W-what the hell is that?"
Lonesome Howl's voice wavered as the massive dark warrior took a step forward, sending tremors rippling through the battlefield.
"It looks like Sovereign Sunless's Shadow Colossus, but—"
Her words caught in her throat.
Above the Titan's head, three enormous, radiant orbs appeared—dark, luminous, like suns forged from pure shadow. They revolved slowly, casting an eerie brilliance across the battlefield, each pulsing with unfathomable power.
"It's not," Beastmaster murmured.
Clouds of darkness swirled around the warrior's shoulders, twisting violently, birthing streaks of dark lightning that crackled through the abyssal mist.
"It's something more. Far more."
Her voice was laced with something unusual—reverence.
"It's like a Titan made of Shadows and true darkness," she continued, "reinforced by the sheer brilliance of the Sun itself."
Revel swallowed hard. The ethereal blend of shadows and sun gave the titan a mesmerizing shade of violet, like the waning dusk.
"A... Dusk Titan?" she whispered.
How? How was something like this even possible?
And then, as soon as the thought formed—she realized. She was asking the wrong question.
Because, of course. Of course something like this was possible. It was Soverign Sunless after all.
The sheer presence of the dark warrior left them breathless. Its aura alone twisted the very air, filling it with an overwhelming radiance of power—an existence that should not, could not, be.
Yet it was.
And they—mere Saints—stood beneath it like ants watching gods prepare to war.
For the first time, true helplessness settled in.
"...Should we cut our losses and retreat?" Moonveil's voice was barely above a whisper. "Because at this point... I'm not sure there's anything we can do here."
Revel looked at her for a long moment. Then, she sighed.
"It won't do us any good if word got out that Clan Song retreated in the midst of such an important war."
She swept her gaze across the battlefield.
"There are still a few Great Nightmare Creatures of higher classes left."
Her eyes landed on a Great Tyrant lurking in the distance, its monstrous minions shifting restlessly at its sides.
"Even if they don't pose a threat to the Sovereigns, there's a chance they could escape and slaughter the masses. We have to delay them until the Sovereigns can finish this."
She rose to her feet, brushing the blood from her cheek. Then, slowly—deliberately—she smiled.
"Better yet... we kill them ourselves." Her grip tightened on her blade. "If we're going to claim power and glory from this war, we need to achieve a miracle of our own."