Crimson Moon Academy
Up close, they were even more terrifying—armor made from my ancestors' bones, powered by their preserved blood, piloted by volunteers who'd given up their humanity for strength.
"Hello, cousin," the first titan said, its voice eerily familiar. "Or should I say, last of our line?"
I recognized him then, beneath the armor and augmentation—Director Frost's son, someone I'd seen in old academy photos.
"Ethan Frost?"
"Was. Now I'm something better. Something you could be, if you joined us." He gestured to the battle. "This is pointless. The Council has resources you can't imagine. Submit, and become what you were meant to be."
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