The Titan Era

The Titan King

A sea of shadows stretched across the distant plains beyond the kingdom walls. From the academy’s broken towers, every surviving student could see it now. The sky itself seemed to darken as hundreds upon hundreds of Titans advanced in perfect silence.

Julius stood frozen at the edge of the shattered courtyard. His breath came unevenly and his eyes could not blink because he finally understood something terrifying.

It wasn't an invasion but a return.

The Titan that had knelt before him still remained within the academy grounds, unmoving. Its massive form cast a shadow over the broken buildings. Yet unlike the others, it did not attack. It simply watched the horizon as if it was waiting for judgment.

Waiting for something only Julius couldn't understand, no matter how he tried to figure it out.

Behind him, the Deen’s voice cut through the panic.

“Form defensive lines! Evacuate the lower academy! All students with combat potential should report immediately!”

But his voice was drowned out, because fear had already taken control.

Students ran in every direction. Some tripped over fallen debris. Others screamed for family members they could not reach. A few simply collapsed where they stood, unable to process what their eyes were seeing.

Marcus stood among them. For once, he was silent. His arrogant expression has gone, replaced with doubt.

His fists clenched tightly as he stared at Julius.

“That guy…?” Marcus whispered.

Another student nearby shook his head. “No way. This has to be a mistake.”

But Marcus didn’t respond.

Because deep down, something inside him refused to admit what he had seen earlier.

A Titan kneeling to Julius is what his bullies couldn't comprehend.

Now, that same Julius is at the center of the world’s worst nightmare.

A thunderous sound rolled across the land.

“GBIM! GBIM!! GBIM!!?” The Titans stepped closer.

The first defensive wall of the kingdom trembled as their footsteps landed. The stone cracked and the metal collapsed.

Then, the attack began.

“FIRE!” A commander’s voice echoed from the outer wall.

Catapults launched glowing projectiles and archers released enchanted arrows that burned through the sky like shooting stars. Mages raised their hands, forming circles of light like a formation.

A loud sound was heard. The magical wave of elemental magic erupted toward the approaching Titans.

For a moment, hope flickered.

The attacks struck the front line, facing the Titans directly, an erupting explosion.

Smoke swallowed their massive bodies.

Cheers rose from the defenders.

“We hit them!”

“They’re falling back!”

The students and soldiers kept screaming in happiness, but Julius did not cheer.

Because he had seen the Titan earlier and from his reasoning, it looked unharmed.

Their jubilation only lasted for a few seconds after which the smoke cleared and the silence returned.

The Titans stood exactly where they had been. 

They have gotten no injuries, not even a scratch.

One of them slowly tilted its head, creating another round of confusion.

“What is happening?” Marcus murmured, he was obviously confused, just like others.

The Titan raised its hand, then flicked it forward.

Just a single motion and the entire outer wall exploded outward like paper.

Stone fragments flew hundreds of meters, soldiers were thrown into the air. Screams filled the battlefield.

The defensive line collapsed, just within a twinkle of an eye.

Julius staggered back as his heart pounded violently.

“This… isn’t a battle…” he whispered.

The Deen appeared beside him, breathing heavily. His robe was torn, his face pale, his hair was already rough, scattered from the round doughnut he initially packed it.

“No,” the old man said quietly. “It is judgment.”

Julius turned sharply. “Judgment?”

The Deen nodded grimly.

“They are not attacking randomly. They are moving with purpose. Always toward one point.”

His eyes shifted slowly, toward Julius.

Julius felt his stomach drop.

“N-no-no” Julius stuttered.

The Deen didn’t deny it.

Because there was no need anymore.

The Titans were not interested in cities, they obviously have one purpose for coming to the Academy and that's Julius.

Every step they took, aligned perfectly toward the academy, towards him,Julius.

Inside the shattered academy grounds, the kneeling Titan finally moved.

Its massive head lowered further and its voice echoed again.

“Bearer, the seal weakens because of you.”

Julius stepped back instinctively.

“Because of me? I didn’t do anything!”

The Titan’s glowing eyes flickered.

“You awakened.”

The words carried weight.

Julius clenched his fists. “I don’t even know what I am!”

The Titan responded slowly.

“You are what remains of the First Command and you are the Sovereign’s continuation.”

The wind stopped, even the battlefield seemed to pause.

Julius shook his head violently.

“No! I’m just a student!”

But even as he said it, something inside him resisted the words.

Because he remembered the vision and the voice calling him “successor.”

The Deen suddenly spoke, his voice tense.

“If what the Chronicle says is true, then you are not human in the way we understand it.”

Julius turned sharply. “What does that mean?”

The Deen hesitated, then answered.

“It means your existence is tied to theirs, the Titan”

The Titan army roared in the distance. A sound so deep it shook the clouds.

The kneeling Titan raised its head slightly.

“The King is near,” it said fearfully 

The ground split open beyond the horizon and a massive crack stretched across the earth like a wound.

From it, the light poured out. It was a golden light.

All the Titans stopped. Not in confusion but in respect.

Julius felt his breath stop.

“What… is that?”

The Deen’s voice trembled.

“No… it cannot be.”

From the glowing, something began to rise.

First, it was a shadow, then a shape, followed by a crown, floating above the earth, bending the air around it.

And then, a voice echoed across the entire world.

Not from a Titan or the human but from the existence itself.

“Finally” his voice roared, sending a cold chills to both humans and the hundreds of Titans. They all trembled.

Even the kneeling Titan lowered its head further.

“...the Sovereign’s scent returns.”

Julius stepped back slowly.

His heart was racing so fast he thought it might break his ribs.

“What is that voice?”

The Deen whispered, horrified.

“The King”

The crown slowly rotated in the air.

Then turned, facing Julius.

The entire Titan army began to move again.

But not forward, they were kneeling toward Julius. 

The sky cracked wi

th golden lightning.

And in that moment, Julius realized something that shattered his entire understanding of reality.

The Titans were not invading the kingdom.

They were returning to their king and their king was looking at him.

The crown descended slightly and the voice spoke again.

“Come home, Sovereign.”

Julius fell to his knees. Pain exploded through his mark and his vision shattered into light.

And the last thing he heard was the Deen shouting his name.

Then everything went white.