Imperial Titans.
Masters of the land, wrathful emissaries of the Machine God, great mountains built from miracles of technology...
The Imperium of Man had many poets eager to sing the praises of the Titan Legion, but when those poets, so skilled at describing all things with ornate language, truly witnessed a Titan march, their minds often froze on the spot. Unable to force out even a single coherent sentence, they could only imitate the uneducated scrap pickers of the hive city underhives and exclaim in utter shock:
"They're fucking huge..."
The Titan Legion's instantaneous arrival made that overwhelming impact even more staggering. Even the summons, which possessed no will of their own and acted entirely on a single command from their casters, froze in place at the sudden appearance of a range of steel mountains.
The Imperial troops beneath the Titans' shadows first erupted in excited cheers, then began carefully storing away their dog tags so that if they were accidentally caught in Titan fire, at least something would remain to prove their identities.
"Enemies everywhere." The Warhound Titans tasked with reconnaissance howled at the embattled Far Eastern Cliff like bloodthirsty hounds. Count Beaumont, who commanded them and also piloted a Warmaster Titan, answered coldly.
"Then fire everywhere. This filthy world needs to be purified by our firepower!"
The Warmaster Titan's colossal plasma cannon began charging. The process of gathering energy alone threw the Far Eastern Cliff's temperature and radiation levels into disorder. Once that world-ending shot was fired, this place would surely gain a glassy basin formed from molten rock.
Six lighter Warhound Titans advanced alongside the Imperial troops, using their Vulcan Mega-bolters to clear out the summons in the mountains. Such terrifying firepower was far beyond what summons could withstand; a single sweep could wipe out tens of