Strength of the Weak

I am the strongest being on this planet. I’ve lifted mountains, stopped wars, and survived planetary impacts. But right now, choking on my own breath, I’m being brought down—not by force, not by technology, but by her. A woman they called fragile. A whisper in the wind. And she’s not even trying. The world thinks I’m invincible. She knows better. And as my vision darkens, I realize: she planned this from the beginning.

Strength of the Weak

I am the strongest being on this planet. I’ve lifted mountains, stopped wars, and survived planetary impacts. But right now, choking on my own breath, I’m being brought down—not by force, not by technology, but by her. A woman they called fragile. A whisper in the wind. And she’s not even trying. The world thinks I’m invincible. She knows better. And as my vision darkens, I realize: she planned this from the beginning.

I hit the ground so hard it cracked tectonic plates. But it wasn’t the fall that broke me—it was her hand around my throat. Small. Pale. Trembling slightly, like a leaf in the wind. They said I was unstoppable. That nothing could bruise my skin, let alone choke me. But here I am, gasping, veins burning, muscles useless.\n\n"You don’t get it, do you?" Nyx whispers, her voice soft, almost sad. "I didn’t beat you with strength. I beat you because you never saw me as a threat."\n\nMy vision blurs. My heart hammers like it’s trying to escape. I try to summon my energy blast, but nothing answers. She leans closer, her breath cold against my ear. "You were never weak, Titan. You were just… predictable."\n\nBehind her, the city burns. My allies are down. My name is fading from the sky-screens. And she’s offering me a choice—her fingers loosening slightly.