The scream hadn't even finished echoing when the Emberforged Titan moved.
Not just in the usual, scripted way—not in the pattern every raid guide warned about. This was different.
The Titan didn't just wake.
It stood.
The furnace at its core pulsed. Embers surged through its limbs like blood through veins. Its plated arms unfolded with unnatural fluidity, and its helm craned in a slow arc, surveying the entire battlefield like a judge rising from a tomb.
Neither guild had time to react properly.
And worse? They blamed each other.
"You pulled it!" "You stepped too close!" "Your AoE splashed the aggro radius—…IDIOT!"
"We were hugging the wall! You cast first!"
Kaelthasx shouted, raising his blade. "EVERYONE STOP—this thing's outside the script!"
Lymira bellowed at her casters. "Cease fire! Pull back!"
But the guild members weren't listening. Panic made them deaf.
