The emerald wires snapped taut. The sky was suddenly filled with a thousand jagged shards of light, raining down with the force of artillery fire. Each "Splash" hit like a thunder-spear, exploding against the golden titan's hide.
As the titan lunged, the violins shrieked—a high-pitched, desperate ascent that mimicked the flight of a wire-grapple. Kakyoin didn't flinch. He threw his hand forward, and the "Epic Version" of his soul erupted. The emerald wires snapped taut
Noriaki Kakyoin stood atop the highest spire of the clock tower. Below, the city was no longer a labyrinth of stone, but a titan’s playground. The 20-Meter Radius Emerald Splash wasn't just a technique anymore—it was a cage of shimmering, crystalline wires that spanned the horizon, vibrating with the frantic energy of a Colossal’s roar. As the titan lunged, the violins shrieked—a high-pitched,