Soulbound Ch 6: A Man on a Mission (Sort Of?)

(Scott) The city was in chaos. I could hear it all—the sirens, the murmurs, the panicked whispers of people crammed around storefronts, glue

(Scott)

The city was in chaos.

I could hear it all—the sirens, the murmurs, the panicked whispers of people crammed around storefronts, glued to TVs playing live coverage of what was happening. Every channel showed the same unbelievable footage:

A colossal woman standing over the horizon, a literal Titan from space, so massive that even from miles away, she still looked impossibly big.

People were losing their damn minds over it.

"There's no way this is real," a man muttered as he stood beside a bus stop, eyes locked on a small TV mounted to the corner store window.

"Government cover-up," someone else grumbled. "It's a CGI hoax. You'll see. They'll 'explain' it away in a week."

"You're a damn idiot," a woman shot back. "She shook the planet when she landed! I lost my house, Greg!"

Some people screamed the end was near. Others claimed it was some secret experiment gone wrong. Some just stood there, staring at their phones, doom-scrolling into oblivion.

Me?

I didn't give a single damn about any of it.

I couldn't.

Because I couldn't stop walking.

Where the Hell Am I Going?

I didn't know why. I didn't know where. But my body had made a decision, and my brain had apparently been left out of the conversation.

Each step I took made my heart beat faster, made my skin prickle with warmth.

It wasn't fear. It wasn't panic.

It was... something else.

Something deep. Raw.

Like a pull in my chest, an invisible tugging sensation, dragging me toward somewhere I had never been but somehow needed to be.

And the worst part?

It felt good.

Too good.

Like, weirdly good.

I was sweating, but not in a "damn it's hot out" kind of way. More like... in a "why the hell are my thighs trembling" kind of way.

I swallowed, trying to ignore the very inappropriate tingle creeping up my spine.

"Focus, Scott," I muttered under my breath. "You are not about to get turned on by a goddamn disaster."

A woman in passing must've overheard, because she gave me a deeply concerned look and crossed the street.

Fair.

But I couldn't stop.

The deeper into the city I went, the worse the feeling got. The air felt thicker, the pull even stronger.

Every time my foot hit the pavement, my chest tightened, my blood hummed, and my whole body felt like it was vibrating on some frequency I couldn't understand.

I had no clue what was happening to me.

But I was damn sure of one thing.

Whatever it was, it was only getting stronger.

***

(Kaida)

An Ocean in My Way? Cute.

I stood at the edge of the massive blue expanse, staring down at its surface with an amused smirk.

The ocean stretched endlessly before me, its waters shimmering beneath the light of this planet's sun. It was... beautiful, in a quaint sort of way. Not as breathtaking as the vast, swirling nebulae I'd drifted through, or the radiant glow of dying stars, but for a mortal world, it had its charm.

And on the other side, waiting for me, was my Soulbound.

A shiver of anticipation rippled through my body, the connection pulling me forward. I had no doubt where he was—I could feel him, like a star calling to its twin.

So, with a grin, I took a step forward.

First Step—Underwhelming.

The moment my foot touched the water, I expected some grand display. Perhaps a tsunami, a powerful shift in tides, something befitting my arrival into this ocean.

Instead?

The water barely reached past my toes.

"Huh," I muttered, lifting my foot slightly to watch the water drip between my toes. "Kind of cute."

I stepped further in, the cool water sloshing against my ankles, then rising up past my knees as I ventured deeper.

By the time it reached my waist, I paused for a moment and glanced back at the land behind me. The once-solid ground was now distant, reshaped by my steps. I could see where I'd come from—the gaping footprints I'd left in the earth, some of them still glowing faintly with residual lava.

Oops.

Well, they'll live.

Probably.

Deeper Than Expected.

Another few steps, and the ocean reached my shoulders.

I arched a brow, looking down at the water in mild surprise. "So, the little planet does have some depth to it."

I smirked. To think a world so small could have something so deep.

I could feel the water swirling around me, pushing against my form like a child trying to move a mountain. It was adorable, really. The currents shifted wildly, waves crashed in every direction, but I barely felt any of it.

With one last step, the ocean finally submerged me entirely.

Darkness surrounded me, but it was no hindrance—I could see through the depths as clearly as I could see the stars.

And unlike the fragile little creatures on this planet, I had no need for air.

I simply kept walking, my focus locked ahead, following the pull in my chest, the invisible thread leading me toward him.

My Soulbound.

He was waiting for me.

And nothing—not an ocean, not a planet, not the universe itself—was going to keep me from claiming what was mine.

***

(More destruction of Cities)

The Wrath of the Ocean

The ocean was not meant to move like this.

It was not meant to rise, to churn, to devour the land with waves the size of mountains.

And yet, as the Titan moved, the seas obeyed her, twisting and contorting like a wounded beast lashing out in rage.

The first wave struck the coastline like a hammer from the heavens. Walls of water, hundreds of feet high, crashed onto the shore, swallowing entire districts before the people even had time to scream. Buildings stood no chance—glass shattered, steel bent, concrete crumbled as the force of the wave ripped them from their foundations and carried them into the churning abyss.

People ran.

People screamed.

People died.

The second wave followed, even larger than the first. It crashed deeper inland, sweeping away cars, streets, and anything foolish enough to believe it could resist the pull of the ocean. Skyscrapers, once towering symbols of human achievement, were reduced to nothing but debris, their remains tumbling like broken toys through the waterlogged ruins.

For those trapped in the chaos, there was no escape.

Families huddled together on rooftops, watching in horror as the rising floodwaters crept higher and higher, swallowing streets, swallowing buildings, swallowing lives. Some tried to flee to higher ground, only to be caught by the relentless undertow, their screams lost in the roar of the waves.

Ships that had once peacefully floated upon the sea were now battered like driftwood, their hulls smashing against the ruins of their own harbors. Those onboard could only pray—pray that the next wave wouldn't be their last.

But the waves kept coming.

Again.

And again.

And again.

Each footstep of the Titan sent new ripples across the ocean, each shift of her massive body twisting the tides into a frenzied storm of endless destruction.

And yet, the Titan herself was unaware.

To Kaida, the devastation unfolding in her wake was an afterthought, a meaningless consequence of her journey. The waves that consumed cities were nothing more than gentle ripples against her skin. The screams of millions were as silent as the void to ears attuned to the whispers of galaxies.

She simply walked forward, her eyes locked on the horizon, where her Soulbound awaited.

The world drowned beneath her, and she did not care.