Within those cupped hands was Eidolon.  One of the strongest capes in the world.  He had once dwarfed Valkyrie in power.  There was no reason to think he didn’t have that power now.  The colors of him had been changed around.  A black hood with a reflective emerald face beneath, glowing with a white light.  Black sleeves.  A body suit of emerald, muscular.

A great, long-fingered hand of silver with bone-white nails reached out.  The shadow of Eidolon stepped down onto the fingertip.

Titans appeared from clouds of darkness, arranging themselves in a formation around their new center and commander.

Other things stepped out of clouds of darkness.

Not Titans, but scary enough in their own way.  Especially considering what all of this meant.

Endbringers.  One tall and narrow, of a size to rival any Titan.  One small, a knot of formlessness, with faces periodically flashing out.  One with a great chrome orb for a midsection, a black, whiskered head, arms, and feet mounted at different positions around that orb.  There were other shapes that stood in the dark clouds, but they didn’t emerge or seem consistent.  Still taking shape.

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