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The Londona docks were shrouded in mist, the air thick with the salty tang of the sea. A group of men bustled near a row of container boxes, their movements hurried and tense under the watchful gaze of Ellingham. The magistrate’s trusted overseer stood tall among them, his sharp eyes scanning the workers’ every move. These containers, shipped from the Eastern Region, were no ordinary cargo—they held what Ellingham referred to as his “new valuable toys.” For over a decade, the magistrate and his cohorts had orchestrated clandestine titan research, smuggling the creatures into Londona for experiments in secret labs scattered across the city.

“Move it carefully!” Ellingham barked, pacing along the dock. His tailored coat, though pristine, did little to mask the tension in his posture. "Do you have any idea what this is worth? If even one seal is broken—“

A loud thud from one of the containers silenced him. The metallic walls trembled as if something alive within was straining against its confines. A faint glow seeped through the edges of the crate, pulsating with an eerie, malevolent energy.

The workers hesitated, exchanging uneasy glances.

Suddenly, from the farthest end of the dock, screams pierced the thick fog. The workers froze as a wave of panic swept through the group. Flames erupted, licking hungrily at the wooden crates stacked nearby, the fire casting grotesque shadows that danced across the misty harbor.

“What’s going on over there?” Ellingham shouted, his voice edged with growing panic.

"Titans!" a worker screamed, his trembling hand pointing toward the fiery chaos. "They’re here!”

"Impossible!" Ellingham snapped, his eyes darting toward the still-intact containers. "The seals are holding—this can’t be happening!”

His denial was cut short as a figure stepped out of the flames. A woman emerged, her silhouette outlined in the flickering light, each step deliberate and filled with purpose. Her eyes glinted with cold fury as she approached, clutching a porcelain jar. The artifact was adorned with intricate carvings of dragons and monsters, its surface pulsating with an ominous energy that seemed to thrum in harmony with the chaos around her.

"Ellingham," she murmured, her voice low but carrying through the clamorous scene like a blade slicing through the air. "You need to pay for what you did.”

Without hesitation, she raised the jar, and from its mouth spilled a dark, swirling cloud of energy. The workers backed away, their expressions shifting from confusion to sheer terror as the darkness took form. A hulking titan, its body composed of stone and clay, materialized with a deafening roar. Its every movement groaned like grinding rock, and the ground shook beneath its massive weight.

"Destroy them," the woman hissed.

The stone titan lunged at the nearest group of men. Its enormous hand swung through the air, sending them flying like ragdolls. Some landed with sickening thuds against the containers, while others disappeared into the frigid waters below. It stomped forward, each step leaving deep impressions on the dock as it crushed crates and machinery underfoot.

One man tried to run, but the titan seized him in its rocky grip, squeezing until his bones cracked. With a roar, it hurled the broken body into a group of fleeing workers, scattering them like leaves in a storm.

From behind, another figure emerged from the flames—a second titan, its body wreathed in fire. The flame titan’s molten form pulsed with an intense heat that warped the air around it. With a feral scream, it unleashed a torrent of fire that engulfed a group of workers, their cries of agony fading as they were reduced to ashes.

One man, desperate to save himself, grabbed a metal stick and swung it at the flaming titan. The creature barely flinched. With a swipe of its clawed hand, it incinerated the man where he stood, leaving behind only charred remains.

Ellingham stumbled back, his face pale and drenched with sweat as the two titans tore through his men. He tripped over a fallen crate, landing hard on the wooden planks. His trembling hands tried to push himself upright, but the stone titan’s shadow loomed over him. Its massive hand reached down, fingers closing in to crush him.

Before it could strike, the woman’s voice rang out again, sharp and commanding. “Ellingham!” she called, stepping closer, the flames parting around her like obedient servants. “This is only the beginning. You and your magistrate will pay for what you’ve done.”

Her words sent a chill through Ellingham’s already trembling frame. With the titans wreaking havoc around him, he knew his sins had come home to roost.

The stone titan’s massive hand hovered inches from Ellingham, its jagged fingers ready to crush him into oblivion. Before it could strike, a streak of glowing roses whizzed through the air, piercing its hand and shattering part of its fingers. The titan groaned, a sound like grinding boulders, and recoiled.

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Marge and Flo burst onto the chaotic scene, their presence electric with resolve.

“Step away from him!” Marge shouted, her twin glaives catching the fiery light of the docks. Her ring glowed as if alive, and ethereal moths swarmed around her, their luminous wings scattering shimmering dust. With a surge of energy, she leapt onto the stone titan’s back, the moths masking her movements as her form blurred into stealth. She moved with precision, striking the titan’s stony joints and ridges.

However, her glaives barely scratched its tough exterior, the minor cracks in the rock doing little to slow the beast. The titan swung its arm in a wide arc, forcing Marge to leap off, landing lightly beside Flo.

“We need more than scratches,” Flo growled, her voice steady but burning with determination. Her ring, Gorgon Rose, pulsed a deep crimson. She raised her arms, and thick rose vines erupted from the ground, wrapping around the stone titan like serpents constricting their prey.

The titan roared and thrashed, but the vines tightened, binding it in place. Fueled by her frustration and guilt over Ika’s disappearance, Flo poured every ounce of her strength into her next move. With a fierce yell, she channeled the energy of her ring, the vines around her arms solidifying into massive gauntlets of petrified roses.

“Take this!” she screamed, her voice echoing across the docks. She launched herself forward, her stone-like fists slamming into the titan’s chest with a deafening crack. The impact shattered its core, sending stone fragments flying in all directions. The titan’s form disintegrated into dust, the echoes of its destruction fading into the night.

Marge and Flo barely had a moment to catch their breath when the flame titan charged. Its blazing body lit up the misty docks, casting long, flickering shadows. With a feral roar, it leapt toward them, fire streaming from its molten claws.

“Flo, watch out!” Marge shouted, summoning her moths to form a shimmering barrier around them. The flame titan smashed through the barrier with ease, the fiery heat consuming the delicate moths.

Flo countered with her rose vines, but they too were quickly engulfed in flames, burning to ash before they could even reach the titan. Cornered and outmatched, the two women exchanged a desperate glance, their elemental powers at a clear disadvantage.

Before they could formulate a plan, the woman lifted her porcelain jar once more. From its mouth poured an even darker, more menacing energy. The swirling darkness took shape, coalescing into a grotesque spider-like titan. Its eight legs clattered against the dock, its eyes glinting with malice as it scuttled toward Ellingham.

The spider titan’s webbing shot out like liquid silver, pinning Ellingham against the side of a container. He struggled, his muffled cries of terror echoing uselessly. The woman approached him slowly, her movements deliberate, her expression a mask of cold vengeance.

“You and your magistrates framed my husband,” she spat, her voice trembling with fury. “You destroyed an innocent man’s life to protect your twisted experiments. You’ll answer for it now.”

Ellingham’s pale face was streaked with sweat as he stammered, “I-I didn’t have a choice! I was just following orders—”

“Enough lies!” she roared, her voice cracking with grief. “Arthur Wren was no criminal. You and your precious magistrate, Baron Ewan, killed him to cover up your sins!”

With a sharp command, the woman gestured toward the spider titan. Its stinger shot forward, piercing Ellingham’s chest with a sickening crunch. His body convulsed violently as venom coursed through his veins, his face turning a horrifying shade of blue.

Marge and Flo, still struggling against the relentless flame titan, froze at the woman’s words. The revelation hit them like a thunderclap. The experiments, the corruption, the lives destroyed—this wasn’t just a battle. It was the unraveling of a horrifying truth about Londona’s magistrates.

Their resolve hardened as the flame titan roared once more, forcing them back into the fight.

“I’m not done,” the woman hissed, her voice cold as death. She turned her gaze toward Marge and Flo, her eyes burning with unrelenting fury. “You won’t stop me. The magistrate have to pay.”

The flame titan and spider titan shifted their focus to the two women, their monstrous forms closing in. The docks were now a battlefield, the night alive with fire, fury, and the bitter thirst for vengeance.

As the two titans advanced on Marge and Flo, the sound of boots pounding against the cobblestone pier echoed through the mist. Captain Henry and his city guards rushed forward, their weapons drawn and determination etched on their faces.

“Hold the line!” Henry barked, his voice steady despite the chaos.

But their bravery was no match for the monstrous creatures before them. The flame titan roared, its fiery form blazing brighter, while the spider titan loomed menacingly, its grotesque legs clattering against the dock. With a swift movement, the spider titan unleashed a spray of webbing, ensnaring several guards and pinning them against nearby crates.

“Fall back!” Marge yelled, her voice cutting through the din. “You’re no match for them! Fighting titans head-on without rings is suicide!”

Captain Henry hesitated but relented. “Retreat!” he ordered, motioning his men to pull back.

As Marge rushed to free the trapped guards, the flame titan took its chance, charging at her with fiery claws outstretched. She dodged but not fast enough—its flames grazed her arm, leaving painful burns. She bit back a cry of pain, gritting her teeth as she continued slashing at the webs with her glaives.

From the distance, a sudden surge of cosmic energy streaked through the air, slamming into the back of the flame titan with an explosion of light and force. The titan stumbled forward, momentarily disoriented.

Flo’s eyes lit up with hope as she turned to see two familiar figures approaching through the mist—Hans and Rem, their rings glowing with power.

“You’re late!” Flo called, her tone half-relieved, half-exasperated.

“Had to make an entrance,” Hans quipped, his ring pulsing as he stretched out his hand. The water surrounding the dock surged upward, forming a towering wave that crashed onto the pier. The flame titan screeched as the torrent engulfed it, its fiery form flickering wildly.

“Leave this one to me!” Hans shouted, stepping forward with confidence. With a commanding motion, he manipulated the water into a swirling vortex, trapping the flame titan within. The creature thrashed and roared, but the relentless flow of water smothered its flames. With a final cry, its body disintegrated into nothing, leaving only steam and silence in its wake.

Meanwhile, Rem turned her attention to the spider titan, cosmic energy crackling around her like an aura of stars. She raised a hand, unleashing a barrage of energy blasts that forced the creature to retreat. The spider titan clicked its mandibles in frustration but held its ground, shielding the woman with the jar.

The woman shrieked, her voice filled with rage. “You meddling children! You’ll regret this!” she spat, her eyes blazing with hatred. She raised her jar, summoning a protective shroud of darkness. The spider titan scuttled toward her, wrapping its grotesque legs protectively around its mistress as they both faded into the shadows.

“Coward!” Flo shouted, slamming her fist into the air where the woman had stood.

Rem approached the spot where the woman had disappeared, her gaze fixed on the porcelain jar for a fleeting moment before it vanished into the mist.

“Jar of Pandora,” she murmured, the weight of the name sinking in.