Colossal waves, hundreds of feet high, shattered against the impenetrable bedrock shins of the Behemoth. With every agonizingly slow, earth-shattering step the Titan took through the freezing water, a brand new tsunami was born, rushing outward to drown the distant coastlines. Finnian OConnell hung by his right hand from the twisted, melting steel railing of the command platform. The platform was still miraculously tethered to the nape of the Titan neck, thousands of feet above the dark, raging sea. The freezing hurricane winds whipped at his bare, blood-stained chest."Look at them scurry, London!" Elias Thorne roared over the apocalyptic tempest, his silver cybernetic faceplate reflecting the blinding green light of the dark magic pulsing beneath their feet. Thorne stood securely anchored to his control console, his arms spread wide in absolute, fanatical triumph. "The ants are finally realizing the boot has descended!"Finnian gritted his teeth, his grip slipping on the frosted st

The agonizing, gurgling scream of the mutated naval officer echoed through the cavernous, pulsating stomach of the Behemoth. Finnian OConnell did not wait for the creature to make the first move. He lunged forward, his boots sinking into the spongy, bioluminescent moss. He drove his ceramic combat knife directly into the center of the creature chest. Instead of hitting solid bone or muscle, the blade sank into a thick, fibrous mass of glowing purple fungus. The creature did not bleed red. A thick, foul-smelling yellow sap erupted from the wound. The mutant did not even flinch. It swung its swollen, moss-covered arm, backhanding Finnian across the jaw with the force of a swinging cinderblock. Finnian stumbled backward, spitting a glob of blood into the acidic mud. Shoot it! Finnian yelled, wiping his mouth. Knives do not work on walking salads!Viper raised her heavy plasma shotgun and pulled the trigger. BOOM. A searing blue plasma bolt tore through the humid air, slamming into

The sickening screech of crushing titanium finally ceased. The Cold War submarine, having plummeted through the colossal, nightmarish digestive tract of the Behemoth, slammed to a violently abrupt halt. The sheer kinetic impact threw Finnian OConnell, Elena Vance, and Viper heavily against the forward bulkhead of the communications room. The ancient metal panels groaned, buckling inward, but the structural integrity miraculously held. Finnian collapsed onto the cold steel grating, his vision flashing pure white before slowly fading back to the dim red glow of Viper wrist-light. Every single bone in his body felt like it had been run through an industrial compactor. His lungs burned, and the massive, stitched wound across his abdomen sent a blinding, agonizing wave of nausea straight into his throat. "Is everyone in one piece?" Finnian rasped, pushing a heavy, rusted sonar console off his chest with his right arm. "My cybernetic spine just registered a ten-G deceleration," Viper co

The thermal explosion was not just a sound. It was an apocalyptic shockwave of pure, incinerating heat that rushed through the frictionless metallic corridor like a roaring tidal wave of orange fire. Finnian OConnell did not look back. He kept his massive, calloused right hand wrapped like an iron vise around Elena Vance wrist, dragging her relentlessly forward. The searing wave of expanding plasma chased them down the glowing blue spinal shaft of the Titan, scorching the sweat and blood right off Finnian bare, heavily tattooed back. Elena stumbled over the smooth floor, her sobs completely swallowed by the deafening roar of collapsing steel and incinerated mutant flesh behind them. She tried to turn her head, her dark eyes desperate to catch one final glimpse of the spot where the one-eyed cyborg assassin had made her last, suicidal stand. "Do not look back, Elena!" Finnian commanded, his voice a low, terrifying rumble that offered absolutely no comfort. "Keep your eyes on the doo

"You call this a home?" Finnian asked, his voice a flat, deadpan hum echoing off the towering golden walls of the central processor chamber. "It looks like a giant, over-priced battery. And you are just another sparking wire plugged into the wall."Thorne let out a layered, harmonic laugh that sounded like a choir of bronze bells. He descended the floating steps of the dais, his bare, golden feet making no sound against the metallic floor. The dark purple and bright gold energy coursing through his half-organic, half-cybernetic veins illuminated the colossal room."You have always lacked vision, OConnell," Thorne replied, spreading his golden hands. "You look at perfection and see only machinery. I look at this city and see the cradle of a new genesis. But I do not blame you. A sheep does not understand the purpose of the slaughterhouse. It only knows how to chew the grass.""I am not a sheep, Elias. I am the guy holding the butcher knife," Finnian stated coldly, tightening his grip o