Kaoreish straightened up. The world around him was in chaos, and the Court Guard were struggling against the enormous war machines.
The two Titans were like colossal statues torn free from mountainsides. The energy fields surrounding them pulsed, pumping power into their bodies like freshly engorged arteries.
The Court Guard sought cover behind earth and stone at the edge of the ruins, which deeply shocked Kaoreish.
These personal guards of the overlords had a reputation for being wild and reckless, but that did not mean they were stupid.
Charging headfirst into a battle like this would clearly wipe them all out.
Kundraka understood that very well.
Amid the chaos, Kaoreish saw the Weirdboyz Batka standing atop a protruding chunk of rubble, holding a long metal staff high above his head and screaming.
An evil wind blowing from the sky howled around him, carrying smoke and dust. It was a storm-like force of unnatural energy, celebrating its freedom.
And at the heart of that storm stood the Pale Tyrant.
The mighty and proud Ork king was the eye of the storm, a point of absolute stillness.
Though he was exceptionally tall among Orks, the Titans still towered above him, their enormous bodies trailing ribbons of smoke.
The first Titan lowered its slender head to look down at Guk. Amid the chaos, the pilot inside had picked out the Monarch as if he were a golden treasure in a heap of rubbish.
Its body seemed to tremble with disgust, as though it regarded him as a revolting insect.
Then the Wanderer Titan stepped toward Guk, its strides steady and resolute.
The shattered street shook beneath the echoes of its heavy footsteps. Yet Guk remained unmoving, his cloak woven from metal chains dancing behind him as though he did not care in the