Greg was escorted through the towering gates of the demonic titan settlement, the ground trembling beneath each step of the colossal beings. Dozens of titans turned their massive heads toward him, their sharp, hungry gazes filled with primal curiosity. They stared at Greg like predators sizing up prey, puzzled by why their patrol captain would personally walk beside such a tiny, fragile creature.
But Greg's expression didn't waver. Not a single bead of sweat rolled down his face. His stride remained steady, his gaze calm. The overwhelming aura of the titans around him—each radiating the pressure of a natural disaster—might've shattered the spirit of most mortals, but not Greg.
The titan walking beside him noticed this and chuckled deeply, the sound like the rolling of boulders down a mountain. "To not cower under the pressure of so many titans... I'll give it to you, you've got confidence," he said, voice booming like distant thunder.
