With Bulwark and the rest of the Ice Lieutenants handling the remaining Tier 5 mutated zombies, Titan finally had the freedom he needed, the freedom to go after the Mental-type zombie without any distractions, even before landing, he noticed the thirty Tier 6 mutated zombies staring at him like he was some kind of fool.
Titan recognized that look all too well, but he was more than ready to wipe the smugness off their faces, turning his left hand, he tightened the ice chain wrapped around it while gripping the end chain of the massive mace with his right.
As he began spinning the weapon in the air, its size grew with each rotation, yet none of the Tier 6 zombies showed any signs of concern.
They were confident, after all, they were in the same realm as Titan, they felt like ‘why should they feel pressured by a mere golem?’