The impact sent waves leaping like living beasts, smashing against the shores. Thunder rolled across the horizon as the storm's fury subsided. Orpheon landed with a bone-shaking boom, now an 8'3" towering giant. Muscles rippled, veins pulsed with crackling energy, and his eyes glowed with lethal intent.
Arata, barely moving, let out a calm smirk:
Arata: "Move it."
Orpheon's voice roared, deep and metallic:
Orpheon: "Don't get ahead of yourself. You're just an old man. Your era is over."
Narration: Orpheon – Titan Cursed Necklace, Model: Colossus Titan (Mythical). Threat Level: MASSACRE.
He stomped the ground, tearing the earth into jagged fissures. The air grew heavy, charged with energy, yet Arata stood his ground, coughing blood, his trembling hands gripping his spear.
Arata: "I'm reaching my limits… my body is rotting…"
With a single, brutal punch, Arata struck Orpheon. The shockwave ripped through the air, splitting it like glass. THUD! Orpheon's bones cracked audibly, blood spurting from his mouth. He staggered backward, choking, eyes wide in disbelief.
Orpheon: "So… this is what it feels like… to fight the rival of the Devil King…"
The sky erupted in violent yellow lightning, turning crimson as bolts danced across the shattered island. Supreme Admiral Uruma's forehead glistened with sweat.
Uruma: "That… that's the rival of the Devil King. His prime time… terrifying…"
Orpheon fell to his knees, the ground shattering beneath him, his colossal form shrinking back to human proportions. Coughing blood, he could barely rise.
Orpheon: "I… I can't stand back up…"
The battlefield trembled. Arata, chest heaving, stood alone amidst the chaos, his shadow stretching across the blood-stained earth. The world had just witnessed a glimpse of a power that could rival kings—and terrify gods.