Another World,
"ARRRRGHHHHH!!!"
The scream wasn't a battle cry. It wasn't the kind of sound a warrior makes when they're charging into the fray.
It was the sound a mind makes when the last wall finally gives way—raw, formless, the jagged edge of someone who had been holding up the sky for too long and simply couldn't do it for one more second.
The four sorcerers instinctively stumbled back. The silver-armored knights exchanged looks, their discipline flickering. Nobody had been briefed for 'this'. The paperwork had been dry, clinical—'Hero of the Bahamut Titan Bloodline. Expected Classification: Titan Vanguard. High Threat Threshold.' The capital had been sealed weeks ago, a standard cage for a standard hero. They expected confusion, maybe some disorientation.
Nobody had mentioned "broken."
