Ryu looked at the Title for a long while. He never left the battlefield, but he could feel the oppression that came from it.
'This is your method of trying to kill me, huh? Is that it?'
Ryu looked up at the Title Stele. Even now, the top of the obelisk was obscured by clouds. It was impossible to see the individuals that had left their names beyond. It was almost like it was taunting him, reminding him that he hadn't reached such a level yet, that he was still inferior, still beneath them.
Ryu grinned, raising one great swordstaff and resting it on his shoulder, then raising the other one and pointing it up at the Title Stele.
He had heard that the Title Stele was the one that etched your name into its being once you voiced it. But he had other plans.
He was going to etch it in himself.
That was the price this thing was going to have to pay for pissing him off.
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
Pillars shook and the skies quaked.
Yeger Sun moved.
Falling Snow moved.
The Roc Prince moved.
