Unlike the Supreme Being, of whom only a name remained, the Titans—likewise a civilization of the previous era—had left behind no corpses, but quite a great deal of information about them had survived.
Many races had legends of the Titans creating the world.
According to those legends, the Creation Titans stood between heaven and earth, wielding authority over Thunder and resources. They carved worlds out of nothingness and created all things within them.
According to Wizard research, the Creation Titans should have possessed some kind of technology that could turn Astral Giant Whales into World Seeds in advance, as well as the ability to create life.
However, all of that was ultimately inferred from the available records.
No one had ever seen what a Titan looked like.
But today, Richard could say with certainty that their deductions were probably correct.
At the very least, their estimate of the Titans' size had been correct.
Titans truly stood between heaven and earth.
"Ri... Richard, let's go back. There's no way we'll survive against something like that."
Ulysses looked at the Titan that had transformed from a mountain, barely able to speak.
The Titan's body was initially estimated to stand around five thousand meters tall, but barring surprises, that was probably only a Titan's ordinary form.
If it possessed an ability like a True Body, its physical form might expand several times beyond that.
Though size did not necessarily represent strength, a massive creature's energy reserves and power would never be inferior to creatures of the same level.
And as a member of the Creation Titans, it could not possibly be weak.
Not to mention that both of them could feel a suffocating pressure from this Titan.
Although that pressure was not as intense as an Astral Dominator's, the fact that it could