Thus it can be seen.
These giants are indeed colossal.
"Titans?"
Ian heard the black-robed woman beside him refer to these giants earlier. Her pupils were trembling violently, and the sound from her cracked lips was filled with despair.
"They're crazy! How dare they... How dare they release the Titans! The control methods are unstable! If it gets out of control! That's a disaster more terrifying than you taking souls away!" Her fear almost became tangible, her fingers digging into her own arm, as if this could keep her awake.
"Firstly, I don't take anyone's soul, secondly, haven't you defeated the Titans once before? Can't you defeat them a second time? Forgive my ignorance."
"In my opinion, the defeated will always remain defeated."
Ian couldn't quite grasp the woman's fear; flashes of Ancient Greek mythology surged through his mind—Chronos, Uranus, Oceanus...
In Greek mythology, Titans are the offspring of the sky and the earth, older and more ferocious primal gods than the gods of Olympus, though ultimately these ancient gods were overthrown by Zeus and the gods of Olympus. They were rumored to be imprisoned in the Tartarus Abyss, but reality appears as though they've been captured to become Paru.
Hmm.
More pitiful than Paru.
The Titans before him didn't entirely match the mythical figures in his memory. Each seemed like a flesh-and-blood manifestation of some natural law.
"You don't understand!"
The woman was trembling.
"I truly don't understand, so, could you please explain it to me?" Ian couldn't help but inquire, his gaze slowly locking on those slowly moving giants.
"You want me to explain?"
The black-robed woman trembled all over, only then realizing that she could indeed understand Ian's words. She dared not flee, could only cower and respond, her voice as quiet as a whisper.
"They... are undying beings... eternal existences... our Creator, we are merely Their creations." Her voice was wrapped in extreme fear.
As if these Titans weren't prisoners, but terrifying beings causing her dread.
"Creator?"
Ian frowned.
According to Greek mythology, the gods are the children of the Titans, but the woman's words revealed a harsher truth—are the future gods not descendants of the Titans?
But their alchemical creations?
With such speculation.
Ian also felt a bit at a loss for words.
The huge gap between myth and reality made him somewhat dazed.
He certainly understood the situation.
In other words, are the future gods not the progeny of Titans, but beings sculpted by the Titans themselves, akin to Nuwa creating humans? This completely overturned Ian's understanding of mythology.
However.
If this is true.
Some things can be understood.
No wonder... no wonder the future Divine Race, though powerful, could never surpass a certain boundary. They were not naturally born beings but deliberately manufactured tools.
This tool was simply so powerful that it backfired against its owners. Yet, as merely one of the Titans' creations, they of course wouldn't be as perfect as if truly created by the Creator. Ian slightly grasped that he was experiencing a piece of true history, a truth unknown to the modern Magic World.
The history that future generations know, even the myths, are legends altered and interpreted countless times, the true truth is far more shocking and unimaginable than imagined.
Of course.
Its veracity is still to be determined.
Up to now.
Ian is still unable to conclude whether he truly returned to an exceptionally distant past, or simply entered a distorted space, just like the time loops he experienced before.
Due to the lack of sufficient information.
Ian is truly at a loss to determine the specifics of his situation. Especially encountering the Fierce Goddess in her youth, which to him seems a coincidence so bizarre that it's beyond quirky.
Take a look at how varied these adjectives are.
They almost perfectly reflect Ian's mood.
"Relax, I am not a bad person."
Ian withdrew his thoughts, trying to make his tone sound gentle, "You must be misunderstanding me, I'm just a 14-year-old little wizard, and in the future, I will befriend your child."
Upon hearing this.
The woman was stunned, her eyes bewildered, clearly unable to understand his words. But Ian had no time to explain, for the Titans had fully broken free and were slowly turning their heads as if searching for something.
Very soon.
This group's eyes locked onto Ian.
Their eyes carried a sense of hunting prey.
"Indeed... they are coming for me."
Ian gripped his magic wand, not feeling surprised.
At that very moment.
"A bird... you're afraid of a bird?"
A deep rumbling voice echoed amidst the ruins.
One of the Titans, the most imposing by stature, sneered as he spoke; his voice thundered throughout the landscape, his physique larger than the other Titans. His skin had a rock-like texture, veins coursing with molten magma, eyes flickering with dark red light, laden with majesty and intimidation.
"Indeed failed creations!"
This guy was clearly mocking those black-robed wizards.
Of course.
He also took a jab at Ian too. This Titan's presence was stronger than ever, even though he'd been imprisoned for so long, despite his desolation, he had an air of a monarch.
Clearly.
This was the Titan God King.
His words were filled with contempt for the ancient wizards, and he openly scorned Ian as well. Regarding Ian, he might only know a bit from what that group of black-robed wizards had conveyed.
"Vile traitors, there comes a day when you actually require our power—you wouldn't imagine it, nor would I, let me see what kind of bird has frightened you lot, these overly bold failures!" The Titan God King spoke to the black-robed wizards, then dangerously fixed his gaze onto Ian.
"I'm a human! You're family is what's a bird!" Ian felt insulted, somewhat frustrated, and didn't hesitate to raise his magic wand.
"Avada Kedavra!"
The blinding green light sliced through the air, aiming directly at the Titan God King's chest. However, the Death Curse, sufficient to instantly snatch away life, merely left a green-veined mark on His skin.
"Ridiculous insect!"
The Titan God King looked down at his chest, then burst into deafening laughter. Little did he know, witnessing this, Ian couldn't help but laugh too.
"It seems magic indeed works on Titans." Ian was merely testing, verifying his conjecture drawn from the woman's earlier reactions and gathered information.
The facts proved he was indeed clever—the reason why ancient wizards could defeat Titans lay here; magic could indeed harm these colossal beings.
Of course.
These Titans' magic resistance is undoubtedly high.
Even Avada Kedavra cannot take away their souls.
However.
It isn't absolute magic immunity—in Ian's view, the Titan God King's decaying chest was repairing rapidly, not just the body but even this giant's soul was regenerating.
"Hoo, hoo, hoo~"
Ian swung his magic wand once more.
Azure flames wound like a giant python around the nearest Titan, the flames frantically devouring Its flesh. However, the rate at which the flames consumed couldn't keep up with Its regeneration rate.
This revealed a bit of insight to Ian. The faster Ian burnt, the quicker It would regenerate, as if this regenerative ability had no limits, depending entirely on the severity of the injuries.
"We are undead... truly immortal."
The Titan God King disdainfully glanced at the small twig in Ian's hand.
"Truly immortal, Tom would be insanely jealous..."
Ian couldn't help but muse.
The power these Titans possessed completely violated the natural law, or in other words, they were part of the natural law themselves; as long as the world wasn't destroyed, they wouldn't truly die.
No wonder they are called eternal beings.
However.
"In the era I live in, not only do you no longer exist, but there's not even a trace of your existence, which proves a method to wipe you out surely exists."
Ian had future knowledge, hence he knew the answer.
"Let me observe once more, whether your complete vanishing... might happen today." Ian waved his magic wand, and thus, the power of the paradox began to manifest in this time and space.