As the titan lunged, the violins shrieked—a high-pitched, desperate ascent that mimicked the flight of a wire-grapple. Kakyoin didn't flinch. He threw his hand forward, and the "Epic Version" of his soul erupted.
As the golden titan’s fist descended to crush the tower, the music hit its peak—a glorious, tragic explosion of sound. Kakyoin saw the truth, not through a stand's eyes, but through the path of the wires. The secret of Time wasn't a mystery; it was a wall that needed to be broken. As the titan lunged, the violins shrieked—a high-pitched,
"Hierophant Green," Kakyoin whispered, his voice steady despite the gale. His school uniform fluttered like a tattered cape of a Scout Regiment commander. As the golden titan’s fist descended to crush
Noriaki Kakyoin stood atop the highest spire of the clock tower. Below, the city was no longer a labyrinth of stone, but a titan’s playground. The 20-Meter Radius Emerald Splash wasn't just a technique anymore—it was a cage of shimmering, crystalline wires that spanned the horizon, vibrating with the frantic energy of a Colossal’s roar. crystalline wires that spanned the horizon