The ventral catapult doors of the Aethelgard slammed open, venting a jet of white-hot cold air steam into the sun-fire empty pocket.
CLANK-BOOM!
Titus launched.
The ancient Northern Xuanwu didn’t need wings, thrusters, or anti-gravity coils. With twenty-two metric tons of glass-fused dark rock, deep-trench hot-water slate, and crushing weight, Titus was a living planetoid. He dropped into the sun’s gravity slope. Then, the ancient tortoise activated his [Earth-shaking Crushing Speed-burst]. He pulled the star’s huge mass inward toward his ventral belly shell.
He fell like a collapsing mountain. In three seconds, Titus sped up from zero to fifty miles per second. That left a glowing trail of tightly packed emerald gravity mana in his wake.
Beneath him, the Continental Eclipse Sun-Eater felt the sudden, terrifying shift in local space-time. The parasite tried to roll its five-thousand-half-mile mantle to present its spiked defense ridge. But Titus had already calculated the exact center of the creature’s dorsal hinge.
WHAAAAAAAAAM!
The impact was so violent that it registered on seismographs across the inner solar system.
