Titan Rumble Ch 32: Red Vs Blue, Taking It To The Next Level!

Cain could feel it—the warmth crawling up his limbs, the pulse of something raw and alive blooming from his core.

New Existence.

It was like flipping a switch and finding out your body had been holding back your whole life. His muscles weren't just stronger—they were sharper. Cleaner. Like a blade honed down to its purest edge. His mind felt more focused too, like the world had slowed just enough for him to read it mid-motion.

But the timer had started. He could feel it, ticking away somewhere behind his heartbeat.

Cain grinned, eyes still lit with faint white light. "Alright, Aurora," he said, rising from the rubble like a man reborn, "let's take it up a notch."

Before she could react, he moved.

A blur.

One second he was talking—still half-slouched in that busted-up couch—and the next he was in front of her, fist pulled back like a cannon primed to fire.

Aurora's eyes widened, just barely bringing up both arms in time to block.

Crack!

The impact shook the building.

The shock pushed her heels back across the floor, dust and broken tile sliding with her. She skidded nearly two meters before grinding to a halt, her face unreadable.

She blinked once, then tilted her head. "...Huh."

Cain didn't wait.

He was already moving again, a low lunge around her left, keeping pressure tight. His limbs moved too fast for even her aura-wrapped instincts. It was like watching a glitch in reality—he'd vanished, then reappeared behind her.

Aurora gritted her teeth and pivoted, but Cain was gone again.

Her gaze whipped upward just in time to see him in the air above her, twisting in a midair feint.

"Damn it—!"

She leapt backward, reacting more on reflex than thought. Mid-leap, her expression changed from surprise to challenge. Her crimson aura flared to life around her again, and with a growl she spun in the air and kicked.

It wasn't just a kick.

It ripped the air.

The pressure behind her leg exploded outward in a slicing wave, tearing across the battlefield like an invisible blade. For a second, the air itself became visible—warping and hissing like glass about to shatter.

Cain ducked under the pressure wave just in time, his hair tossed wildly from the aftershock. His feet barely skimmed the ground before he twisted and threw a punch forward with all his weight behind it.

Boom!

His fist caught her mid-torso, the sound like thunder on a clear day.

Aurora's eyes widened as the hit connected. She didn't scream. She didn't fly backward in a clean arc like in the movies.

No.

She crashed.

Her body skipped across the pavement, tearing through it like she'd been fired out of a cannon. The road cracked, then crumbled in her wake. Concrete folded. Dust and shattered asphalt burst upward.

She finally tumbled to a stop at the far end of the simulated city block, her body half-buried in the crater she'd created.

Silence followed.

Cain exhaled hard, slowly straightening up. His ribs were still aching, his lungs still dragging in air like it weighed something. But the power... it was still there. And it felt good.

Too good.

He started walking slowly toward her.

Then—movement.

Aurora's hand twitched.

She pushed herself upright in one smooth motion, her breathing heavy but steady. Her aura flared faintly around her shoulders, flickering like flames in the wind.

She wiped the corner of her lip with her thumb, smearing a thin line of blood across the back of her hand.

She looked up at him with narrowed eyes.

And smiled.

"Tch... so you did have something up your sleeve."

Cain stopped walking. "I had to keep it interesting."

Aurora rolled her neck, that familiar arrogance returning to her voice. "Okay, Cain. You've got my attention now."

Her feet shifted slightly apart.

The next round was coming.

Aurora tilted her head, that sharp smirk curling back onto her lips like she'd just figured out the rules to a game he didn't know he was playing.

"You're not bad," she said, brushing dust off her shoulder with a casual swipe of her hand. "That last punch—honestly? Felt like I was fighting another Alpha."

Cain cracked his knuckles, his breath still a little tight from the earlier impact. His ribs were definitely bruised—maybe cracked—but the pain was distant now, muffled under the rush of New Existence. Still, he could feel it ticking down. This wasn't something he could hold forever.

"That's kinda the point," he said with a crooked grin. "My ability gives me control over my own existence—my limits, my strength, even how I move."

Aurora blinked, her brows lifting. "So you rewrite yourself?"

Cain shrugged. "In a way, yeah. But it's not free. My body takes the hit afterward. I can go beyond for a little while... but when the timer runs out—" he tapped his chest, "—I pay for every second."

"Huh." Aurora rolled her shoulders, lips pressed into a thoughtful line. "Interesting."

Then that smirk returned, and something in her tone shifted—playful, but laced with warning.

"Well, you're not the only one with a trick up your sleeve."

Cain's eyes narrowed. "What are you talking about?"

But Aurora didn't answer. She just closed her eyes.

The battlefield quieted.

Her breathing slowed. Her arms hung relaxed at her sides, fingers loose, calm, like she wasn't even in a fight. The wind tugged gently at her long dark hair, now streaked with dirt and cracked stone dust. A stillness wrapped around her—not weak or vulnerable, but focused. Dense. Like the center of a brewing storm.

Cain's instincts kicked in.

Move.

He didn't wait.

He bolted forward, feet cracking the ruined pavement as he launched toward her. He didn't know what she was doing, but he sure as hell wasn't going to stand around and find out.

But just as he was about to close the gap—

BOOM.

A column of raw power erupted from her body, her crimson aura igniting like wildfire. It wasn't just a flare—it was a pillar, wide as a house, exploding straight up into the simulated sky.

Cain's boots skidded against the cracked stone. He raised both arms instinctively, but the force still knocked him back several feet. The shockwave whipped past his ears like a hurricane, tearing at his clothes, rattling the broken street beneath his feet.

He stopped short, feet digging in.

"Shit!"

It wasn't just power—it was pressure. Her aura pressed down on the world around her like gravity itself had bent to her will. Windows shattered in nearby buildings. The air hummed, thick with tension.

Aurora opened her eyes.

They glowed faintly, a deeper red now—almost molten.

She smiled at him, slow and easy.

"Hope you didn't think I was going all out before."