The ground beneath Cain trembled.
The abyss, once an endless void of shifting shadows, now pulsed with something alive. Something stirring.
Something answering the call.
Cain's breathing was sharp, his golden eyes darting between the First Forsaken and the abyssal fissures cracking open around them.
His Titan Core roared inside him, reacting to whatever was happening. The golden flames flickered wildly, no longer entirely under his control.
This wasn't just the abyss shifting.
This was something deeper.
Something older than both of them.
The First Forsaken's smirk never wavered.
"Can you feel it, lost one?" he murmured. "The weight of what was buried?"
Cain clenched his fists, forcing himself to stay steady. Whatever was coming—he had to be ready.
"You're playing a game I don't understand," Cain growled. "What the hell is waking up?"
The First's golden eyes flashed.
"The part of you that was never meant to be found."
Cain's heart slammed against his ribs.
Before he could react, the abyss split open.
And something rose from the dark.
At first, it was just a shape, an outline formed from shadows too deep to comprehend. But as the darkness peeled away, Cain saw what had been hidden beneath the abyss.
A Titan.
Not a Forsaken. Not a Warbringer. Not something twisted and half-formed like the creatures that had come before.
A true Titan.
And it was waking up.
Cain's body locked.
The Titan's form was monstrous, colossal, unlike anything he had ever seen. Its body was covered in jagged black armor, etched with ancient golden markings that pulsed with light. But what made Cain's stomach twist wasn't its size or its power.
It was the chains.
Massive golden shackles bound its limbs, glowing with the same unnatural light Cain had seen in the memory of the war. They pulsed, fighting against the Titan's awakening, trying to keep it locked away.
But the Titan was breaking free.
The First Forsaken tilted his head slightly.
"Ah," he murmured, almost fondly. "So you still endure, even now?"
Cain's jaw clenched. His Titan Core was screaming now, his body struggling to keep up with the energy surging through him. This Titan wasn't just powerful.
It was part of him.
The chains trembled, the golden locks cracking under the Titan's sheer will. A deep, rumbling growl echoed through the abyss.
Then—the Titan opened its eyes.
Cain staggered back.
Its gaze wasn't golden.
It was his.
The same burning gold that flared when his Titan Core awakened, the same fire that had fueled his survival since the day he was thrown into the Abyss.
This Titan…
Was him.
No.
Not him—but something connected to him.
Something waiting for him to remember.
The First Forsaken exhaled slowly, his golden eyes narrowing as he watched the Titan struggle against its chains.
"Do you understand now, lost one?"
Cain's breath was uneven. His mind was racing, trying to make sense of what was in front of him.
"You knew this was here," he muttered, realization dawning. "You've been leading me to this moment since the beginning."
The First smiled.
"Of course."
Cain's stomach twisted.
He had been running, fighting, resisting. But all along, he had been playing into their hands.
And now—he had led himself straight to what they wanted him to find.
The Titan let out a roar, and the golden chains shattered.
The abyss collapsed inward.
And Cain felt something break inside him.
Then—everything went white.