Chapter 102: The Titan's Echo
Bram stepped through the stone archway. He left the Hall of History behind him.
The space opened up into something impossibly vast. It was not a burial room. It was a colossal underground arena. The ceiling stretched hundreds of feet into the air. Giant tiered seating carved from solid granite surrounded a massive fighting pit filled with coarse red sand.
Broken weapons the size of Vanguard rovers littered the arena floor. Rusted swords and shattered hammers lay half-buried in the dirt. This was a proving ground built for giant gladiators.
The air in the center of the arena suddenly rippled.
A brilliant sphere of golden light began to coalesce. The light twisted and expanded. It took the towering shape of a twenty-foot-tall figure. The spirit wore ancient dented armor. A ragged cape made of pure glowing energy drifted behind his broad shoulders.
The Titan looked down at Bram. His eyes were pools of sad ancient light.
