A flicker of recognition crossed the Titan's face as its gaze locked onto the sword in my hand.
The creature's beady eyes widened slightly, a subtle shift in its expression betraying a momentary spark of awareness.
It stared at me with an intense, scrutinizing gaze, as if trying to assess every nuance of my presence.
Its eyes narrowed, taking in my stance and the determined grip on my sword.
The Titan seemed to be evaluating not just my physical readiness but also the depth of my confidence and experience.
Each calculated moment of silence felt like a deliberate attempt to gauge whether I was a credible threat or merely a fleeting obstacle.
Finally, the Titan released its grip on Damon, letting him fall to the ground with a heavy, jarring thud.
The impact reverberated through the quiet space, the sound echoing with a grim finality.
