A low, resonant hum vibrated through the battlefield, warping the very air itself. Black rifts split open across the storm-choked sky, swirling with abyssal energy. Shadows stretched unnaturally as the portals widened, exhaling an eerie silence before unleashing their fury.
From the depths of the void, Titan Knights emerged—monolithic warriors clad in obsidian armor, etched with glowing elven runes of an age long forgotten. Their eyes burned with a golden, otherworldly fire as they stepped forward, each one towering like a living fortress.
At their forefront stood King Alarion, his silver hair whipping in the chaos, emerald cloak rippling behind him. His presence alone was enough to still the breath of those who laid eyes upon him.
Then, his voice, steady and unshaken, cut through the madness.
"Titan Knights! Raise your arms! Give your strength to this battle!"