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"Hierophant Green," Kakyoin whispered, his voice steady despite the gale. His school uniform fluttered like a tattered cape of a Scout Regiment commander.

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.

The sky over Cairo didn't just turn dark; it bruised. The sun, once a golden disk of judgment, was swallowed by a swirling vortex of emerald lightning and steam that smelled of ozone and ancient titan marrow.

The brass section kicked in—heavy, mournful, and triumphant all at once. It was the sound of a man who knew he was outmatched but had decided to rewrite fate with his own blood. Hierophant Green unspooled itself, its form no longer sleek but monstrous and jagged, weaving through the skyscrapers like a vengeful spirit.