Due to the commotion caused by their attack, a few guards rushed over to the entrance. They saw the damaged entrance along with the bodies of their comrades. Seeing the white titan they immediately threw themselves towards her. Meanwhile, Elijah managed to slip away when this happened.

He was now upstairs and leaning against a nearby wall. He punched the wall in anger.

"SHIT!" He shouted, "How did he find out?"

Although none of his men would have known, there was a legitimate reason why the king would send someone to kill him. He thought he did his due diligence and erased all traces yet he still found out. Elijah was a part of a faction that had seen the current king as weak and along with others, entertained the thought of overthrowing him. Well not really a part, he moreso gave them money, and watched to see what they would do with it.

This group took various actions to delegitimize the king, some good such as exposing corrupt officials that worked under him and some more unsavoury like massacring villages and blaming it on corrupt nobles he let go rampant.

The king, much to their detriment, proved to be more than they could handle as it only took a few weeks for the organization to be dismantled. Given that Elijah made sure for them not to keep records of his donations, he thought he was in the clear. Today unfortunately showed him otherwise.

("The hell do I do? I frequent the palace often and I've never seen that monster before?")

As his mind was in full throttle searching for an answer it was interrupted by the sound of footsteps. With each step, he could hear the wood barely holding together. Against his better judgment, he looked down the stairs and was slammed into the wall. He looked in front of him and saw it was one of the guards that had tackled him to the wall.

("What is this idiot thinking, tch.")

He thought so at least until he got a proper look at him. He had a hole in his chest that looked like he had just been hit by a cannonball. His face paled and he desperately pushed him off. At the top of the stairs, the white titan stood like a statue.

"For committing treason, Elijah Prescott has been sentenced to execution." She said in a cold voice.

The man used his magic again but it did nothing to stop her approach. She was now a few steps away and due to her body size, she'd probably be able to grab him if he tried to run away. He was finished. She took one more step and then something not even he could predict happened. She fell through the floor. Was her weight plus his gravity too much for the floor to handle? Je didn't believe so, as he was certain his upstairs could handle even an elephant. Then what happened?

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"Who the hell was that?"

That voice answered his question. It was his wife. She appeared to have used her own magic. She ran over and helped to pick him off the ground.

"What the hell are you still doing here? Take Ezekiel and get out of here!" he shouted at her.

"And let you die? Besides, that should slow them down for the time being so we can probabl-" Before she could even finish a figure jumped from the hole. Not even thirty seconds had passed before she returned. She smacked his wife to the side like a mosquito and stabbed him with her oversized sword.

"AAaaaAh" He screamed in agony for a few seconds as the white monster watched. As she was about to pull the sword out of him she looked down and saw his wife crawling towards them.

The pain was unbearable but still tried using whatever energy he had left to say something. "S-stay…b-ba-back."

She paid no heed to this and continued forward. Then in a deceptively quick motion, she reached her hand into an opening in the armour's leg.

The leg came off. The husband and wife were actually the ones shocked. Not because of the magic but because of the fact it actually worked.

Elijah's wife had a simple magic. It decayed organic matter. That was how she was able to break the wooden floor earlier. The problem with it however is that it barely affects anything that has mana. Which meant it was worthless against other magic users. Yet her leg came off. Was this monster not using magic? Was this all pure strength? Or was she using the Eastern art of ki?

Whatever the answer was it didn't matter as a smile grew on the crawling woman's face.

("It worked, we can win this")

A crunching sound soon followed. Elijah looked down on the ground and saw what was once his wife's head crushed under the titan's remaining leg. There was no panic, no fear, and not even a hint of hesitation. She did it as naturally as someone crushing a mosquito.

Tears started flowing from Elijah's eyes and for a brief moment, all his pain ceased.

"O-OLIVIA!!!" He shouted at the top of his lungs. He grabbed the sword in his chest and desperately tried to pull it. Now that he grabbed it himself, he was convinced it might have weighed as much as him. The white knight seemed unconcerned and picked up her own leg before attaching it back to herself.

"You bitch, you killed her. I'll cut your head and use it as a lavatory. Get over here, I'll kill you overgrown whore!"

"Mommy?"

He looked in the direction of the voice and felt he had truly been sent into a nightmare. It was his son Ezekiel. He slowly walked over to his mother's body and slowly dragged on her nightgown with a vacant look in his eyes. The knight removed her foot and the boy fell to his knees and vomited at the sight.

Elijah struggled even more trying to get the sword out of him but it was useless. It wouldn't budge. Even if he did manage to get it out, it would probably slice the part of his body below the sword in half. He gave up and tried a different avenue. He used his magic on the knight again.

"Don't you touch him you bitch!"

She looked unconcerned and slowly made her way towards him.

"Why would I?"

"Huh?"

"My only orders were to kill you and anyone who resisted."

"Huh?"

She then pulled the sword out of him with ease and cut him in half. The top half of his body tried its best to grab her leg. His eyes were filled with tears. He had one final thing to say.

"Please take him, he has nothing to with this. He at least deserves to have a good life." He said as a final plea.

"I don't think I'm allowed to," she coldly responded while looking down at him. She said it as if she talking about how she wasn't allowed to have a dog in her apartment.

The sound of something else being crushed rang through the night.