Birthing Legends: My Womb Creates SSS Monsters-Chapter 167 - 75 Million Power: The True Form of a Gigante.
Back in the ruins of the Grand Hall, the dust began to settle.
Beneath the massive feet of the Titan, the Seven Houses emerged from the rubble. The Crimsonscales stood tall, their arms still wrapped around the Goldensight members. The Asulfang warriors shook the dust from their hair, their eyes already scanning for a fight.
In the center of the wreckage, Killian finally hit the ground. He didn’t just put Cassandra down; he slid her off his chest, where he had been cupping her protectively like a precious child.
The moment her feet touched the marble, the air crackled with a different kind of lightning.
"You! You overgrown mutt!"
Cassandra shrieked, shoving at his chest.
"Cupping me like a baby? In front of the House Leaders? I am no lady! I am a warri—"
"I already know!"
Killian snapped, though his voice faltered as he caught the faint scent of her, soft and sharp all at once.
"How many times did you tell me while we were running? If I had not cupped you, you would be a very elegant lady... or worse."
He cursed inwardly. Despite her protests, her noble bearing, her grace, the strength in her curves and the softness of her skin... it all made him blush. Cassandra claimed she was a warrior, but even he had to admit... in every way that mattered, she truly was a lady.
Nearby, Percieval carefully lowered the members of House Citrineclaws from his massive arms. He stood tall, his gaze fixed on the gargantuan silhouette of the Titan, while Arteé stepped forward, wiping a smudge of dust from his sleeve with trembling elegance.
"I’ve read... their kind was never meant for the soil. They lived somewhere in the sky, a realm no dragon or man could ever hope to touch. And now... to see a Gigante here, walking on the earth..."
His voice faltered, eyes wide with disbelief.
"It means only one thing," Percieval finished quietly, his tone heavy. "They have not yet claimed their glorious victory. The heavens they knew do not yet call them... they remain what they fear most—Grounded."
Percieval looked up, his expression grim.
"I never thought she would actually trigger her True Form. For a Gigante, this land is a graveyard. Every breath they take of our air is a slow poison to their lungs, just as their sweat is a poison to us. The very gravity of our world is a ticking bomb in their hearts. That is why they stayed in the sky. The Earth itself is their executioner."
Percieval’s words hung in the air but the silence was broken by the heavy sound of a black staff striking the cracked marble. Corneo, the Elder of House Goldensight, limped forward through the settling dust. His eyes, milky with age but sharp with arcane sight, were fixed upward.
"Then it means she is truly serious. She isn’t just fighting for a kill anymore. She is dragging every soul in this capital into the grave with her."
He planted his staff firmly into a fissure in the floor, channeling the last of his mana into a Great Appraisal. A ripple of light surged outward, and suddenly, numbers flickered against the pitch black night.
The survivors gasped as the stats materialized above the ruins:
[Magic: 75,000,000 | Might: 75,000,000]
Corneo eyes widened.
"Her status... it has tripled... so this is the true strenght of a Gigante."
He looked back at the gathered warriors, the battered Crimsonscales, the bickering Killian and Cassandra, the weary Asulfang, and the resolute Percieval. He declared,
"The skirmish is over This is the real battle now."
A grim, heavy resolve settled over the Seven Houses. No more trash talking, no more house rivalries. Every warrior shifted their stance, eyes locked on the colossus whose shadow now stretched across half the city.
The Gigante threw her head back and let out a roar that vibrated the very atoms of the palace. As the echoes died down, she looked at the tiny figures below, her voice now a tectonic rumble that shook the foundations of the earth.
"Even that collapse did not do anything to you? Not a single soul killed? You lizards are more persistent than the vermin of the sky."
She raised a hand that blotted out the stars, her expression hardening.
"No matter. There is no time for worrying about such trifles. Now that I am in my True Form, this will be entirely one-sided. Bring the Seven Houses... make it fourteen... make it twenty! No ordinary human, no lizard, can hope to kill me. You cannot even hope to damage a Gigante in her true form. Your steel will shatter against my skin like glass against a steel!"
Percieval stepped forward, he looked toward the armory wing of the palace, his jaw tight.
"Where are they? We cannot face a Primordial blooded with a black blade not ours... not forged to our standards."
He turned to the other House Leaders, his voice sharp.
"They must hurry. We need the House Black Blades, our own specialized weapons, before it’s too late."
But deep within the palace, far beneath the shadow of the rising Titan, the silence of the royal armory was broken only by the wet sound of dripping blood.
The reinforcements from the House of Verdantwings and the House of Silverspine had already arrived but they weren’t standing guard. They were scattered across the cold stone floor, lying in growing pools of their own blood.
The air was thick with the scent of iron and... a betrayal far colder than any giant’s frost.
Among the carnage, only two remained barely clinging to life. Sairant slumped against a weapon rack, his hand clamped tightly over a jagged wound in his shoulder that leaked crimson between his fingers. Beside him, Luavier was a mask of red, his breathing shallow and hitched.
Sairant looked up, his vision blurring as he stared at the shadow standing at the center of the vault.
"Wha—what is the meaning of this..."
Sairant wheezed, his voice trembling with shock and agony.
"...Councilor Morgant?"
