Jasmine's voice wasn't particularly loud.
Yet the moment those four words left her lips, the atmosphere around them subtly shifted.
Several nearby awakeners instinctively turned their heads, their gazes locking onto a particular group standing beneath a massive banner that fluttered high above the platform.
Embroidered across the dark banner was the image of a colossal titan.
Its broad shoulders held up a collapsing sky, countless cracks spreading across the heavens above it, yet the titan refused to bend its knees. Even as the world crumbled overhead, it continued to stand tall, as though nothing in existence could force it to kneel.
Just looking at the symbol alone was enough to make one feel an invisible pressure.
The Northern Wasteland Titan Guild.
Beneath the banner stood dozens of towering warriors clad in heavy dark bronze armor.
Their physiques were exceptionally robust, each one standing like an unmovable mountain.
No one spoke...
No one laughed.
