Final Trial Strategy

A massive eyeball with a brown iris five feet in diameter stared blankly at candidates, drivers, and retrieval team members.

"T-That-That's the titan from yesterday!" Mindy cried.

"No! They are the titans from yesterday!" Cynthia yelled from the truck next to them.

On the other side, they could see glossy-black skin in the outline of a large humanoid beneath the wreckage. The titans were buried near the barrier of the sanctuary under the walls.

They were the candidates of Atlas and Cronus, and both were over three hundred feet tall. (Atlas = Holds Up Earth, Cronus = Zeus' Father.

Each had shaved heads and unnaturally chiseled faces. One had obsidian skin, and the other had brown skin that looked like a boulder.

Luckily, neither had gotten up because screeching was coming from the other side of the wall.

There was a reason.

Ding!