The ground trembled. Trees bent as if bowing to an unseen force, their leaves quivering in fear. The very air grew thick with power, humming with an ancient resonance that made the battlefield feel suffocating. Then, from the vortex of darkness, something massive began to emerge.
A deep, guttural roar shook the land. The titan took form.
It was like a god of the forest, towering above all, its body woven from gnarled roots, moss-covered bark, and veins pulsing with emerald energy. Vines slithered around its limbs, coiling like living armor, while its back carried an entire canopy of twisted branches, forming a crown of withering and blooming leaves. Its face was eerily human yet utterly alien—a carved wooden visage with glowing green eyes, staring with an emotionless, god-like indifference.