The White Colossus, Part I
The gate thundered shut behind them, sealing the four Harbingers within the arena. The floor stretched wide like a cathedral of polished stone, the ceiling arching so high it nearly touched the heavens. Light spilled from crystalline panels embedded above, but it did nothing to make the chamber feel less oppressive.
From the center rose a massive silhouette, coalescing from shattered fragments of the floor itself. The sound of stone grinding against stone echoed through the arena, each tremor shaking dust from the ceiling.
The figure took shape—a colossal knight made of white marble, easily thirty meters tall. Its body gleamed with flawless polish, a statue given horrifying life. The face was a blank mask, no eyes, no mouth—just emptiness. In its hand, a titan
