The arena was a desolate expanse of stone, lit by the faint glow of ancient runes carved into the walls. A low rumble echoed through the chamber, and Marcus tightened his grip on his staff. Elara stood beside him, her twin daggers gleaming faintly in the dim light.
When the Titan emerged, it was as if the entire arena came to life. The ground trembled with each of its colossal steps, and the air grew thick with an oppressive energy. The creature was a behemoth of stone and magic, towering over everything. Runes etched across its massive frame pulsed in a synchronized rhythm, each beat resonating with raw power.
"Let me guess," Marcus muttered, glancing at the glowing figure. "We have to kill that thing to move forward."
The System's calm, monotone voice answered.
**"Final guardian battle initiated: Titan of the Labyrinth. Utilize acquired runes strategically to overcome its defenses."**
