Proadas, the seat of the Titan Court.
It is said that the Titan King, Ashumis, mobilized a million slaves and spent nearly a millennium to construct the Titan Capital.
This colossal city was built atop a mountain, and that mountain was named Proadas.
Excluding the frigid extremes of the far north and south, Proadas Mountain stands as the tallest and most majestic peak in the Felander Continent.
Even Paradise Mountain, home to Jarius and the Winged Man, pales in comparison, a mere foothill before this titan of stone.
Among the million-strong army, an elderly Earth Bear Clan chief shared with Jarius tales of the Titan City he had once witnessed.
"The main gate of Proadas towers three hundred meters high, its walls rising to five hundred meters."
"Such a grand gate was crafted solely for the Titan Giants!"
"Yet, fortunately, a smaller three-meter-high passage exists beside it, meant for the enslaved vassal races like us."
"When we journeyed to Proadas, exploring that vast city took us three days and three nights of walking!"
"The palaces of the Titan Giants are each immense beyond measure. None can say how many perished to build that city."
"But the most awe-inspiring sight is the Throne of the Mountain, the seat of the Titan King. The entire peak of Proadas Mountain was carved into a towering throne! The five-hundred-meter-tall Titan King, seated upon it, seemed to reign at the very center of the world!"
That was a being truly capable of rivaling the gods!
If Titan King Ashumis still lived, the myriad races of the continent under the Titans' dominion would never dare harbor thoughts of rebellion.
Listening to the old Earth Bear's account, Jarius felt a surge of admiration for the Titan King.
Admiration for his power and his imperious dominion over the world!
Yet times have changed.
The Titans' might remains fearsome.
Even with their numbers dwindled to a mere handful, the Goblin King had to muster nearly the full strength of his people and forge alliances with half the races of the Felander Continent to dare challenge them.
The million-strong army advanced steadily toward Proadas.
Along the way, vassal races loyal to the Titan Giants attempted to obstruct their path.
But these efforts were futile, like mantises trying to halt a chariot, stirring not even a ripple.
Jarius, leading the Winged Man's legion, slew numerous Eaglefolk scouting parties sent to probe the army's movements.
With the Winged Man's dominance, the once-peerless scouts of the continent struggled to keep pace.
Yet the Thunder Titan seemed intent on facing the Goblin Alliance's forces in a decisive battle at Proadas, for their journey met little resistance.
Three months later.
The million-strong army reached the outskirts of Proadas.
At last, Jarius beheld the fabled Titan City, once the stronghold of the Titan race.
It was not as he had imagined.
Proadas now lay in ruin.
Half of the city's walls, once encircling the mountain, had collapsed. Within, only a handful of Titan palaces stood intact.
The Throne of the Mountain, once the center of the world and seat of Ashumis, was gone. In its place was a flattened stone surface, as if some force had sheared the mountain's peak clean off!
Surveying the shattered remnants and broken walls, Jarius spared them but a glance.
For war was imminent.
Before the Goblin and allied continental forces stood a vast army of nearly a million, loyal to the Titan Giants!
Trolls, Eaglefolk, Snakefolk, Mudfiends, Ogres, Nagas, Half-Giants, Cyclopes, Treants, and countless magical beasts—hundreds of races had rallied under the Titans' command, awaiting the Goblin Alliance's arrival.
More terrifying still.
The eight towering Titan Giants, standing like ancient gods amidst the army, each radiating an aura of overwhelming dominance.
At their forefront was the Thunder Titan, Yatri, whom Jarius had met over a century ago and even fought for.
The opposing force was formidable. Had Jarius not known that the Goblin and allied forces would triumph, he might have pondered how to meet his end with dignity.
Within the Titan camp.
Facing the million-strong crusade of the Goblin-led continental alliance, the Thunder Titan stepped forward, his mocking laughter unrestrained.
"Amigel, have you come to rebuild my city? This million slaves will save me the trouble of conscription, hahaha!"
Among the continental alliance.
The Goblin King, astride his Dire Wolf King, rode forth to confront the Thunder Titan.
His diminutive frame, compared to the towering Yatri, was like an ant before a mountain, creating a stark contrast.
Yet his posture was resolute as a pine, radiating unshakable courage and determination.
No wonder he could unite the continent's races, topple the Titans, and establish the Goblin Empire. He was no ordinary leader.
"As expected of a hero from the ancient Goblin era—utterly unlike the Goblins of the Fifth Chapter!"
Jarius thought.
Before the armies, Amigel, unfazed by the mockery, raised his head and spoke with calm resolve to the Thunder Titan Yatri.
"Yatri, the Titan race has fallen. Your era of glory ends with me. After defeating you, I shall build a Goblin capital upon Proadas!"
"Your time is over!"