Aot Warhammer Titan Novels & Stories

Everyone was silent at Titus' words, with every Turnbull gulping in the distance. They could not imagine war against the Lionhearts at all—it would be a massacre if they went all out. And the Lionhearts had sent over a hundred bodyguards, each of them bearing the brand of Volsung Sect, meaning that they were at least vigor wielders. Moreover, Aesop was a peak Ascendant rank individual himself and was a famous man even in Morhen. If they really start a war against the Lionhearts now, the Turnbulls would be defenseless if those men leapt into action right away.

Even if Aresios's divine core shattered while saving me, I would never go back. On the third day of Aresios's slumber, the Elder Titan Oceanus descended upon the remote mountain village in a hurry. After only three mortal months, the ancient titan who had always stood so far above everything now had a touch of weariness in his brow. He bowed his head before me, his tone softer than ever before. For the first time in his life, he even bowed to me in apology. Perhaps it was the retribution of fate. Without the God of War to hold the line, the borders of the divine court had suffered several terrifying invasions from the chaos. And Aresios, Olympus's only hope, was now in this half-dead state.