Chapter 90 – Clash in the Storm

  Gorm’s Mistake

  The storm was a living beast—howling, biting, devouring sound and space alike. Snow whipped in endless spirals around the two figures who stood in defiance of its fury.

  Gorm exhaled slowly, steam billowing from his nostrils. His battle axe gleamed dully in the moonlight, its edge rimed with ice. The full moon hung enormous above, bleeding its silver light across the frozen valley.

  The Titan’s gold eyes glowed faintly beneath the shadows of his brow. He rolled his shoulders, tail slicing through the snow behind him. “It doesn’t hurt to play a little,” he murmured to himself. The Matriarch’s words still echoed in his mind—Deliver the message. Stay in control. Not that he is going to devour the trespasser, but the human is nowhere safe here.

  And yet, even the disciplined could feel the call of instinct under a moon like this.

  Across from him, the human stood unmoving. 76’s cloak snapped in the wind, the faint pulse of the glowing number at his throat matching the rhythmic hum of the weapon in his hands.

  Gorm tilted his head, a hint of a smirk playing at the corners of his mouth. “A man who doesn’t flinch in the face of a storm or a Titan. You must either possess a rare courage or be foolishly unafraid to confront the world’s mightiest.”

  76’s lips curved into a razor-edged smirk. “You talk too much for a predator.”

  The Titan’s grin sharpened, teeth flashing white. “Then let’s see if you will run. Fight like a warrior and die like one. Show me your back, and I will show no mercy, even to a tiny speck like you.”

  He lunged. He lifted the axe from the snow.

  The axe cleaved through the gale—a single, sweeping arc that would have shattered a tree in half. It met only empty air.

  Snow exploded behind Gorm as the human blurred, sprinting across the drifts with unnatural precision. The Titan turned, eyes widening slightly.

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  “Fast…” he rumbled. Not prey-fast. Not natural. Something else.

  A hiss—pop!—cut through the air. The vial struck his shoulder and shattered. Warmth spread beneath his skin, crawling up his veins like fire. For a heartbeat, he staggered, muscles tightening, vision flickering white.

  Then came the dizziness. His pulse slowed, his thoughts muddled.

  Gorm growled low in his chest. “What trick is this, human?”

  76 didn’t answer. He had already moved, gliding across the snow like a phantom, hands deftly reloading the launcher.

  The Titan fought the creeping fog in his veins, forcing his breath to steady. His claws flexed, each motion deliberate. The Matriarch’s warning whispered through the haze—

  Hunt because you will it. Not because your instincts demand it.

  He hesitated. That hesitation cost him everything.

  76 fired again. This vial burst in the air before it reached him, erupting in a roiling green cloud. It thickened instantly, clinging to Gorm’s fur and armor. The vapor burned as it entered his lungs, flooding his body with heat.

  He staggered, coughing. “Tch—poison?”

  The green mist spread wider, swirling in the moonlight. Gorm’s golden eyes flickered crimson at the edges. His heart thundered, his breathing deepened into an animal rhythm. The drug mingled with the moon’s pull, feeding the primal fire buried beneath centuries of restraint.

  He tried to laugh, the sound deep and guttural. “You think poison will tame me?”

  76’s smirk was slight, eyes reflecting the Titan’s fading restraint. “Not tame,” he said, his tone clinical. “Break.”

  The word echoed through the storm.

  Gorm’s axe slipped from his grasp, the weapon embedding in the snow with a heavy thud. His hands clawed the air, reaching for the human, but his limbs trembled violently. The ground cracked beneath his knees as he collapsed, his breath fogging crimson against the frost.

  The moon burned brighter above. His consciousness began to sink into the roar of his own pulse.

  Snow settled slowly over the fallen Titan, the storm momentarily easing as if to witness.

  76 lowered his launcher, the metallic click echoing through the stillness. He approached cautiously, boots crunching over ice.

  Steam curled from Gorm’s fur where the drug burned through his veins. The faint red glow beneath his skin throbbed like a second heartbeat.

  “Even giants fall,” 76 murmured, voice calm, almost reverent. He crouched beside the massive form, studying the slow rise and fall of Gorm’s chest. “But you’re different. Stronger. Resilient.”

  His gloved hand brushed against the Titan’s cheek. The skin was fever-hot, his pulse erratic. Perfect.

  76 drew a smaller syringe from his belt—a red vial, pulsing faintly with unstable light. “The first dose stirred your blood,” he said quietly. “This one wakes the monster hiding in it.”

  Without hesitation, he plunged the needle into Gorm’s arm. The crimson fluid vanished into muscle, spreading through the veins like wildfire.

  Almost immediately, Gorm’s body jerked, his claws gouging deep furrows into the snow. Steam hissed from his mouth as the drug fused with mana, igniting under the moon’s pull.

  76 stepped back, admiring his work with a craftsman’s pride. “Not poison,” he whispered. “Truth. Let’s see what your kind really are when the leash comes off.”

  The number on his neck flared bright against the storm, pulsing in rhythm with Gorm’s distorted heartbeat.

  The Wildlands fell silent—then stirred.

  Howls echoed across the frozen plains as nearby Wild Magical Beasts lifted their heads, drawn by the sudden surge of energy. Their cries carried through the storm, a chorus to the awakening of something greater.

  76 turned toward the sound, the faintest grin pulling at his lips. “Perfect.”

  Before him, the Titan twitched again. His golden eyes flicked open—no longer gold, but burning with molten red. His breath came ragged, his muscles flexing as the snow beneath him melted from sheer heat.

  Gorm’s voice was gone. What rose from the snow was something far older—an instinct unshackled.

  76 stepped back, cloak whipping wildly as the Titan’s massive shadow rose, blotting out the moonlight.

  “Come on, then,” he whispered. “Show me what happens when control breaks.”

  The blizzard howled anew as Gorm roared into the storm—

  and the Wildlands answered.