The dome of the Sky City was devoured by dark clouds.
Heavy clouds hung low like lead blocks, as if they might fall at any moment. Thunder roiled deep within the clouds, seemingly heralding the emergence of a power that should not exist in this era.
Streaks of purple lightning slithered through the clouds like serpents, illuminating the city suspended high in the sky—it was the Sky City of the Black-robed Wizards. At this moment, it appeared precariously unstable in the storm.
"Such a laughable power!"
The Titans, unaware of what was about to happen, stood firm on the ruins, their skin gleaming like rocks in the dim twilight, looking down upon Ian with nothing but contempt.
As if Ian were as insignificant as dust before them.
"Using the things created by our own hands to try to harm us?" The voice of the Titan God King echoed like rolling thunder across the world, his lips curling into a mocking smile, "What foolishness... I fail to understand how someone like you could instill fear in them."
The Divine King's voice resonated like thunder through the valleys, as eleven Titans behind him let out scornful roars, shaking the air around Ian into ripples.
"Perhaps those lowly creations don't understand what true courage is!"
"They imprisoned us with cunning and deceit, yet they are nothing more than a swarm of ants. This thing called magic is pathetically weak when wielded by individuals."
"Just a bunch of maggots, either way!"
The Titans continued to issue low laughter, resembling the roar of antediluvian beasts, causing the ground to tremble slightly. They seemed surprisingly adept at being the leader's comedic sidekicks despite years in captivity.
Their emotional intelligence is commendable.
Yet, the shackles and chains that could never be removed from their bodies now appeared rather ironic when cast against their words, as if a group of prisoners could still be so haughty.
"Laugh all you want, see how much you can laugh."
A Black-robed Wizard secretly observed the scene and muttered curses before quickly following the main troop. They truly did not expect the Titans to withstand their greatest fear since time immemorial.
"Let me crush him... At least it would lessen the resentment in my heart."
The leading Titan God King, standing hundreds of feet tall, wiped his hands over his head to fashion a crown for himself in a manner reminiscent of Ra. It was an adornment constructed from fierce lava.
Saying this.
He began to walk toward Ian.
The earth shook and the mountains quaked.
The wind howled from all directions, setting everything around him in motion and ruffling Ian's meticulously styled hair.
"This is truly unbearable, messing up my hair." He stood on the edge of the city, gripping the magic wand tightly, his gaze coldly directed at the enormous figures opposite him.
"Crush me? You are not worthy."
Ian spoke loudly.
"Soon, you will all know why you, and they... should fear me." Ian slowly raised his magic wand, his tone calm yet indisputable.
Hiss.
Though initially just angry about his hair getting messed up, upon reflection, Ian realized that his villainous aura seemed even more pronounced.
"..."
Blame Voldemort!
Ian felt infected by Tom, having spent some time with Tom previously, the latter's undesirable traits evidently rubbed off on him.
"Damn it, let me be the villain, I'm in Ancient Times here, back at Hogwarts I'm a model student." The magic wand's tip glowed with a ghostly blue light, but this time, it wasn't ordinary magical radiance—it was a deeper, more twisted power. It belonged to the Paradox Authority, which continued to emerge.
It doesn't belong to this era.
It can even be said it's a force that shouldn't exist in this world's laws. It's known that this power originally was leveraged by Helbo as a loophole in his journey toward ascension to divinity.
Once Helbo was defeated by Ian, Ian's Legendary Traits absorbed this portion of power. Although he couldn't wield it to its full extent, it was quite effective against most creatures.
Just like the Titans said.
To this world.
Even Titans are merely an insignificant part within it. Ian couldn't shake this world, but slightly stirring the essence of Titans momentarily was far from difficult. An anomalous surge began to permeate through the air, as if time and space were undergoing distortion at that moment.
Magic Power flowed around him, yet it wasn't just the familiar magical energy, but a more terrifying, more dangerous force released from within Ian.
"You possess immortality, it's a paradox."
His voice was soft, yet it seemed to traverse time and space, distinctly resonating in each Titan's ears.
——
Invisible power began to spread.
At the instant his words fell, it was as if an invisible thread in the universe had been quietly severed.
"You're merely a low-level creation of us Titans! How dare you question our immortality as non-existent? Poor thing, you'll never understand what kind of supreme life that is!"
"Experience? He couldn't possibly imagine it, back then I didn't bestow upon them such imagination, so naturally they can't comprehend what never-ending life entails."
"Perhaps this is why they dared to resist us? But... things have reached this point; time will wash away everything. When they all perish, it will be our time to re-emerge in this world."