It rose upright, a twisted mimicry of a centipede standing tall, its many limbs ending in grotesquely muscular arms, swollen and exaggerated like a bodybuilder sculpted by madness.
Five uneven sensing crystals, cloudy and flawed like discarded diamonds — glowed faintly, dotting random points of its bulk.
There was no face. No mouth to scream. No eyes to express thought. Just those jewels, watching, scanning — alive with intent.
Nineteen arms swung like industrial mechanics. Parrying over fourteen giant combatants it rattled its frame.
Everyone in Fracturon knew one thing about the titans.
These golemites are the incarnate of a famous saying — Live and Learn.
The once army of fifty giants reduced to mere fourteen, their state disheveled and blood soaked their garments.
Cain on the other hand was anxious, it was doing spectacular and yet...
'More, it needs to grow more.'
He knew, this wouldn't be enough for his plan.
[Timer - 00:25:41]
As Cain checked his timer, the ground suddenly rumbled — two more giants arrived.
'These two should be young elites, lets see if they could temper the golemite even more.'
In his view, he saw one of them with a skin of persian red, the other a shade of guilliman blue.
Each stood twelve meters tall, their tattoo signified that they had killed more than a thousand prey.
Blades gleamed in their grip — the red giant wielding his weapon with a left-handed flourish, while the blue giant mirrored him with a right-handed stance.
Every motion felt rehearsed, precise, as if their contrast was part of the choreography itself.
"Midi ngalanap nong poya rakut!"
(I am Midi from the fire tribe!)
"Dilim ngalanap nong oley rakut!"
(I am Dilim from the ice tribe!)
Looking at their confident faces, Cain became a little worried and prepared for contingencies.
He gulped three more gel rations and a recovery potion for magicules.
'This potion cost a gold a piece. This venture better be worth it.'
He didn't readjust the timer — he needed the extra energy to fire two explosive shots.
His two firearm devices locked together, forming a single, reinforced weapon resembling a rifle.
The previously preloaded magic, once paired with regular tungsten rounds, now fused into a fragmentation payload — tungsten that would detonate on impact.
The chamber was loaded with two special explosive salvos.
Cain had done all the preparations, his eyes never left the monitors.
He saw the magical beast surrounding the retreating giants on the east.
On the north, Midi and Dilim flanked the golemite like predators, ignoring the chaos. Their only interest was the fight ahead.
The weaker members of their tribe didn't matter — they were just extra mouths to feed anyway.
The golemite mirrored their caution, but didn't fully grasp it's underlying principle.
'The bastards don't seem intent on fighting, let me make them then.'
He took the remote from his bag — Click.
Boom!
Ore and stone fragments blasted out at high speed.
The golemite lost two arms, one shredded into useless wreckage.
Shrapnel ripped into flesh and muscles of both giants.
During the merging process, Cain had planted enough bombs inside the titan to blow it to kingdom if push comes to shove.
"Ginagaxox ayat gigga pailalum kaskas!"
(This stupid creature dare mock us with his sneak attack!)
Midi let out a guttural roar, flame crackling along his shoulders. Dilim gave a silent nod, but the fury etched into his icy features spoke louder than words.
Fueled by rage and stung pride, the two giants surged forward—unwilling to be outmatched by a creature born of stone.
Their movements were no longer precise—they were personal, vengeful, and unstoppable.
Energy flared to life as Midi raised his blade, its metal engulfed in flame, the orange fire licking up the edges like a living forge.
The sword glowed with molten intensity, casting warped shadows in its wake.
Opposite him, Dilim lifted his own weapon. A pale, ghostly frost crept along the steel, encasing it in a sheath of icy blue.
Mist curled from its edge, the cold so deep it whispered like smoke, each movement glinting with shards of frozen light.
'Prana? I need to make an exemption, this is for science. Nothing is too expensive when it comes to learning new things.'
Without hesitation, Cain downed another magicule potion and followed up with three stamina rations.
Steel rang out, deafening, as Midi unleashed a flurry of strikes.
Seeing the impact wasn't enough, Midi leapt back beside Dilim. Without a word, the two giants moved in tandem.
Midi twisted his torso, dragging his colossal blade in a burning arc.
Each swing tore through the air, unleashing crescents of fire that spiraled outward like molten scimitars.
The heat scorched the earth, leaving trails of flame in their wake.
At the same moment, Dilim mirrored the motion — his blade sweeping in graceful curves, trailing bursts of frost with every cut.
Shards of ice followed behind, spinning through the air in perfect harmony with Midi's fireblades.
Where flame met frost, the clashing elements erupted with explosive force.
Together, Midi and Dilim moved in merciless rhythm — one wielding blazing offense, the other piercing cold.
Stone limbs caught in the collision cracked, thinned under pressure, and shattered like brittle glass.
Their dance was relentless. In under a minute, four arms had been reduced to smoldering fragments and frozen splinters.
'It better grasp something from that exchange.'
Cain was worried that the golemite wouldn't survive, sure enough the battle earlier was able to temper it, even not in the level of these giants.
The golemite's fifteen remaining arms began to glow. Seven burned with flame. Seven shimmered with ice.
The last arm tried to hold both — fire and frost clashing.
It failed. It exploded. Cain couldn't pry his eyes from the scene.
'So, this is why the old man warned me — let them learn, they'll counter everyone.'
While he observed the giants on the side, the magical beasts weren't fooling around.
Each beast's snapping jaws curled like a savage grin — extremely pleased on victorious hunt.
Cain stepped back as a wolf passed by, its gaze fixed on him.
Clutched in its jaws was a five-meter giant, bleeding, limp and still trying to escape.
'Don't....'
'Move....'
The animal could sense his presence.
It's snout sniffed the air around — it senses had never been wrong.
After a while, it decided to leave, thinking this giant would be enough.
'That... was close.'