Chris looked up, his tear-streaked face hardened with purpose. “Then I will honor him,” he said, his voice steady despite the grief that lingered beneath. He took up his axe, his fingers tightening around the handle, In that instant, the two Emperor Rings—the Cyclone Crown and the Thunder Crown—began to pulse and glow, their light merging in response to his pain. The dormant power of Uranus surged within him, filling him with ancient strength as the combined force of wind and storm now coursed through his veins. Chris felt it—a primal power not seen in millennia—awakening within him, an unstoppable force driven by fury and a fierce desire for justice.
“You…” Chris' voice was barely human, his words filled with unfiltered venom. “You will pay for this.”
The storm around him responded as if alive, whipping into a chaotic frenzy. The sky boiled with rage, lightning splitting through the heavens in rapid, blinding arcs. Thunder roared, echoing the depths of his anguish, as Chris' power reached its peak.
The light from the Emperor Rings intensified, illuminating the battlefield with a feral glow as Chris charged, his heart burning with vengeance. Each step sent tremors through the ground, and with a howl of pure fury, Chris swung his axe at the Titan with all his might.
Atlas roared back, a guttural sound that seemed to shake the world itself. The Titan’s gravity-warping power flared, pulling everything toward its massive form. Even Chris felt its relentless tug, the force dragging at him, threatening to pin him to the ground. Knights stumbled, struggling to stand against the pull, their armor clattering as they fought against the powerful distortion.
But Chris would not be bowed. He planted his feet and raised his axe high, summoning the full might of the Thunder Crown. The storm above answered with a burst of raw power—a flash of lightning so bright it turned night into day, followed by a deafening boom. The energy coiled around his weapon, transforming it into a living, crackling force of nature. His grip tightened, and he could feel the immense power pulsing through him, filling every muscle, every bone.
Atlas charged forward, its colossal horns leveled at Chris, prepared to drive its massive bulk into him. But before it could strike, Chris swung his axe with all his might. The blade cut through the air like a streak of pure lightning, and the heavens followed.
A bolt as thick as a tree trunk shot from the sky, crashing directly into Atlas. The Titan’s advance came to an abrupt halt, its massive form staggering as smoke rose from its charred hide. The gravitational force around it loosened as Atlas reeled, dark, billowing energy leaking from wounds seared into its skin. It let out a furious, wounded bellow, its horns cracking as it struggled to remain upright.
But Chris wasn’t finished.
With the Cyclone Crown lending him the speed of a raging tempest, he moved like a blur, lightning trailing him as he charged forward, weaving past the Titan’s massive limbs. His axe sang through the air, guided by the thunder and wind surrounding him. With every swing, more bolts rained down, each strike a brutal reminder of his unbreakable will. The wind roared, the storm pulsed, and the battlefield became a churning maelstrom.
Atlas tried to retaliate, summoning the dark energy in its horns to unleash a wave of destructive force. The gravitational power intensified again, pulling Chris toward the ground, forcing him to bear the weight of its fury. But his brother’s memory strengthened him, and he pushed back with all he had, holding firm even as his legs burned and the air around him grew thick and oppressive.
“For Hendrick,” Chris growled, a fierce fire burning in his eyes. “For Elysion.”
With a final surge of strength, he lifted his axe and called upon the Thunder Crown’s ultimate power. The heavens split open as a massive vortex of storm clouds spiraled down, lightning gathering into a single, titanic bolt. The sky itself seemed to be ripped apart as the full force of the storm descended, converging around Chris' weapon.
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Sensing its doom, Atlas summoned a surge of gravitational energy, creating a field that warped the air itself. The world seemed to distort, bending around the Titan as it prepared a final, devastating strike.
But Chris was faster.
With a thunderous roar, he brought the axe down, and the heavens followed. The colossal lightning bolt shot from the sky, connecting with his axe before exploding outward in a violent surge of energy. The ground splintered, cracks spidering out across the battlefield as the bolt crashed directly into Atlas, piercing through the Titan’s thick hide. Atlas' body convulsed under the onslaught, its dark skin splintering and charring, smoke and ash rising from the fractures.
The ground quaked beneath the Titan’s weight as it fell to its knees, the once-indomitable form now a broken shadow of its power. With one last, steadying breath, Chris raised his axe for the final strike, his heart and soul burning with righteous fury.
In one decisive motion, he brought the axe down upon the Titan’s neck. The blade cleaved through, and with a flash of blinding light, Atlas’ colossal head separated from its body, crashing to the ground with a thunderous finality. All was silent as the storm began to fade, the dark clouds parting to reveal a pale, golden dawn.
The massive body of the Titan, once a towering juggernaut of unstoppable power, now lay motionless. Its horns were shattered and blackened, its once-dark, muscular skin charred and broken by the might of the Thunder Crown. What remained of its twisted, bull-like form was lifeless, steam rising from its immense frame. But even in death, Atlas left behind a lingering presence.
At the center of the Titan's collapsed chest, something pulsed—dimly at first, then with growing intensity. Chris noticed it, his eyes narrowing as he approached cautiously. Embedded deep within the creature’s chest was the core of Atlas, a massive, blackened stone glowing faintly with a deep, crimson light. The core pulsated with residual energy, like the last heartbeat of a fading star. Gravity seemed to warp around it, causing the air to bend and distort. This core, the very essence of Atlas’ power, was the source of his dominion over gravity, the heart of the Primordial Titan.
Chris knelt down beside it, his hand hesitating just above the surface of the stone. He could feel its pull, like a faint tug in his chest, reminding him of the weight that Atlas had imposed on the world. Even now, after the Titan’s death, the core held a fraction of that terrible power.
Chris' gaze turned to Hendrick, his heart twisting with grief. He walked over to his brother’s still form, each step carrying the weight of a thousand memories. As he knelt beside Hendrick, the other knights began to gather, their armor stained with blood and dirt, yet their eyes filled with awe and reverence.
Lord Lumius, bearing the mantle of Elysion’s light, approached first, his usually stoic face softened with sorrow. Lord Verdant and Lord Apollo, the ever-steadfast guardians, stood beside him, their gazes both solemn and proud as they looked upon the prince who had become something greater. With a slow, reverent bow, Lord Lumius raised his voice.
“Hail to the Thunder King.”
The words fell softly at first, but the other knights took up the chant, their voices growing in strength. “Hail to the Thunder King!” they echoed, their cries filling the air. Lord Verdant and Lord Apollo joined in, each of their voices rich with the weight of history and loyalty.
The chant grew, rising in a wave that swept across the battlefield. The soldiers, once weary and bloodied, lifted their voices with renewed pride. “Hail to the Thunder King! Slayer of Titans! Protector of Elysion!” The sound echoed through the dawn, a hymn of loyalty and honor, a vow to follow their young leader to the ends of the earth.
Chris, still kneeling by Hendrick, felt the weight of his new title settle upon him. He looked down, his hand gently holding his brother’s, and with a voice thick with emotion, he whispered, “I will protect this land, Hendrick… just as you wanted. I promise, I won’t let you down.”
As the sun rose over the battlefield, Chris Elysionsonn, the Thunder King, stood among his people, his heart a mix of sorrow, strength, and resolve. The Emperor Ring pulsed softly on his hand, a reminder of the power he now wielded, and of the promise he would carry forward.
“For Elysion!” he shouted, his voice carrying over the still air, unyielding and resolute.
“For Elysion!” the knights roared back, their loyalty bound to the king they had seen conquer a Titan. And with their voices joined in unison, the dawn of a new era began.