The Forsaken Luna’s Revenge
Old, ancient, and forgotten were the symbols that blazed across the surface.
Something moved inside it.
"Is that...?" I stumbled over my words. I had a constricted chest.
The Harbinger walked next to me, his voice tremulous and low. "That is the First Titan's prison."
I looked at him. "Titan? Like a deity?
Slowly, he nodded. Indeed. Not a god of light or gloom, though.
"So what?"
"Balance," he mumbled. "Before darkness and light." Before everything else.
Like thunder, the chains clattered. Heat and ice shimmered in the air simultaneously.