The last of them no longer tried to fight me individually. Maybe they should have. I was deeply injured, and they might have got lucky. The Death Stone made it easier for me to die, and it was very possible that I would simply drop dead in the next moment from the wounds I had taken.
Without the loop, this was the point where I was supposed to run, lick my wounds for decades, and come back stronger… and that only happens in a sane world that is not at the point of destruction. In a world as broken as mine, only something like me could be made to defend it.
They retreated as they merged into each other, and I rushed them, throwing bolts of red lightning to spoil the mergers before they completed. I mostly succeeded. The largest combination was three Titans, and not all of them managed to join.
I could kill something like that. With a roar, I went in.
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