For a moment, all I can hear is the echo of Eidos’s disappearance.
A low hum, fading like ripples in water.
Then everything collapses at once.
The titan skeleton that towered over the valley shudders. Its remaining ribs tremble. Cracks spiderweb down its spine. A wind rises from nowhere, swirling around the bones in a tight spiral. The sound is like grinding stone and breaking ice. Then the titan breaks apart entirely.
Its massive frame crumbles into dust.
The dust lifts in a slow, spiraling column, rising toward the sky like smoke from a pyre. When it reaches the height of the cliffs, the wind scatters it, carrying it across the valley until it vanishes into the night air.
Silence follows. Heavy. Unnatural. The kind that makes the hairs on your arms rise because the world is still w
