Well, My productivity has taken quite the nose dive. And I don't have an excuse for it. But this fic won't be dropped, far from it. But after a few dozen ideas scrapped in continuation for the original one and with none for it remaining, I've decided to make a rewrite and post it as a new story, as the original one felt unsatisfactory for me from how much my inexperience was apparent in it throughout the chapters. I'm not sure I improved much but in the very least, I would want this to be less sloppy and less hastily plotted out.

And to any of the good folks that followed and favorited that fic along with leaving reviews for some time now since its creation, thank you so much for sticking around. And henceforth, it will continue in this way. Although, things might be different here. And I apologize if you have any qualms with me making a rewrite. I would not be surprised and act a fool if you wouldn't want to stick around for this one. But the original fic will still be up if you'd like to have a read.

And I'll be definitely be up for any PMs coming this way for any further questions from here on out.

Anyways, Here's a chapter. I hope you enjoy it.

For Thine is the

For Thine is the

For Thine is the

The whole of my being was feeling limp, only a nudge away from lifeless, as I still had my consciousness- my thoughts were still running as I was- along with the sensation of touch. But every other nook and cranny, every other sense of my body was unresponsive, to...well, anything.

Lifeless. Those were the two words I had to use to say it. To describe what it was.

The sensation of a tide of a slow breeze was what I was feeling against my backsides, from top to bottom. Its ebb flowing, and passing over around myself, as I was in all obviousness, not permeable. And because I didn't have some giant hole in my body.

My arms and legs were not flailing to this breeze, but stretched out wide. I...I think I'm gliding somewhere? It feels like it.

Oh how the hell am supposed to know? I can't see. I can only hope that I'm just lucidly dreaming or something. I think I am. So this what it really feels like then? Because...the "sense" part of my senses felt in disarray. Jarred. Jaded.

Only a bit.

My body was in a state not dissimilar to a slow descent, descending down...down where?

Well, here's hoping the fall off my desk doesn't hurt that much on the landing when I wake up. A bruise on my face first thing in the morning, isn't really what I would call a good morning.

...

...

Isn't a dream supposedly full of crazy shit? It always is. Something trippy maybe? Something to ponder about for like a few seconds , then completely forget about the second later?

Anything? Anything at all?

Hey, I have dreams! Hobbies, interests and goals! Aspirations! All that stuff! Fantasies too! Just like everyone else!

Why the hell isn't there anything here then?

Something's not right.

I'm feeling something.

Then in what felt only a split-second, a sensation slowly creeped up on me. A sensation on my chest. The whole of it.

A heat. It felt lukewarm. Before I gradually felt the heat rise further.

It was getting warmer.

What the hell's going on?

I felt my nostrils flare, and my chest felt like it was puffing itself in and out. The heat was getting hotter, and my nonexistent fingers twitched as nonexistent sweat trickled down along every crease and wrinkle down my face.

The heat on my chest had gotten worse. It was near to scalding.

Fuck! Christ, Someone put it out! Please!

I wriggled my head around, and I felt my vision glaze , and a dizziness was intruding itself into my mind.

Then a light. My previously closed eyes felt itself gazing and peering into a orange light. Then I knew it. My eyelids were finally opening up to something.

And I found myself revealed to what looked like a burning inferno. And...huge burning and black-charred beams of wood?

Hell.

All my senses had started trickling down back to myself in a single nanosecond.

I felt my eyelids snap open further and I found myself gasping in rapid succession and in sucking in all the air I could inhale.

Loud crackles had started to assault my ears, and a smell of coal wafted through my nostrils as instantaneous as I opened my eyes.

Then I found my body stuck. A hefty weight with a not-so familiar scalding feel, and it was pressing down on my chest as I let my neck crane upwards to take a look.

Something wooden and large, blackened with soot and marred with red and orange flames, spread slowly and thinly across. And it was pressed on my chest.

I wriggled my shoulders out, and I felt myself slowly slipping away, the heat still burning through. Fuck, it hurts!

Get me the hell out! I gotta get out!

"Goddamn it!" I found myself blurting out as I wiggled and struggled out of whatever was on me.

A loud thud ran over my ears, and my world turned around as I moved my shoulders and legs to the right, and rolled over.

A crash was what I heard, as I finally let myself loose off what was on me. My chest was still pounding itself in and out. I felt my breathing hitch further. And a burning pain had spread itself across my chest.

Where the hell am I? This isn't the goddamn dormitory! It didn't look this broken down!

Still gasping for breath, i stretched out a hand on the ground, and propped myself up out from the floor.

I was greeted with the sight of broken glass windows, upturned and burnt furniture, and a mass of black grey smoke exuding itself from everywhere around me.

None of anything I laid my eyes upon were recognizable to me. Am...am I even in my own country? Where the hell am I?

A breeze of wind blew against my backsides, as if I was out in the great outdoors. I turned myself around, and felt my brows furrow down at the sight.

A large chunk of the room I was in was completely and totally demolished .

And through the demolished parts of shattered glass and mashed red bricks, a lowering orange red Sun creeped into my vision, coupled with the outside.

An outside that no memory in my brain could recognize.

What beheld every inch of my field of vision was the landscape of a wild unmitigated inferno, marred with more smoke than in the average concrete jungle.

Was...was I in hell or something ? Then which circle am I even in then?

But through the intense smoke, the outlines of buildings, stacked too closely against each other, came into view. And not a single one of them looked reach taller than about two stories.

The familiar visage of any skyscrapers, office buildings, or even long asphalt roads didn't grace my field of view.

Where were they? Where the hell were they?!

"Oh god..." I found myself uttering out, my tone feeling so low that I felt a sting in my throat.

A shivering cold in my veins felt like it had creeped up inside of me. My breathing, already hitched before , found itself hastening quicker.

Calm

Just...calm down. Smooth.

Just calm down goddammit!

This isn't the city!

Was I kidnapped or something? The hell's going on? Is there a terrorist attack going on or something?!

Why the hell's everything's in flames?!Why?!

The sensations...the still crackling rhythm of flames still gnawing in my eardrum...

A violent pumping inside my left chest had started, and with the cold sweat dripping down my face, I knew a terrible fucking feeling was starting to wrack my brain if I...

Don't.

Just.

Calm.

I exhaled out a puff of air through my mouth.

Alright. Alright.

I let my eyes gaze around the burning inferno of my environment again. I had only taken notice now, but the buildings around me looked...old? I'm not familiar with this. Was I in Europe or something?

I think...I think I need to find help. Yeah...help.

I started to trek forwards near to the destroyed part of the building. The breaking of glass shards, and brick sounded my every step.

My feet stopped when I found myself on the edge, And I peered my eyes over down to see that it wasn't that much great of a height. Not great enough to get hurt, that is.

Only giving one more quick glance down, I crouched myself down and let myself jump down towards what I saw was the sight of some old-looking stone street.

My legs touched air, but only for a single nanosecond, before my soles kissed against the stone street.

And a coldness creeped into my feet.

A groan escaped my throat. Damn. It kinda ached there.

I let my eyes scanned the surroundings. Torn down windows, half demolished buildings, carriages broken down and torn apart. And that, was the least of what greeted my eye.

I swallowed a large lump in my throat, and starting walking down the middle of the narrow stone streets, on which its opposite sides connected an array of closely stacked 18th century-esque buildings, and of wide sidewalks with metal barriers, which seemed to stretch endlessly down the streets.

The smells of smoke and soot were still ever present, and black, grey walls of smoke were still slowly lurking all around the streets. The streets were almost crystal clear to me, but the skies...I couldn't see shit up there.

A few minutes of walking straight on this stone road, my vision came upon another carriage, and from all the other destroyed carriages scattered around, this one was flipped aside, a huge hole bored into its right side where a door usually is.

It was near to the end of the street, where anywhere forward was just some building that had a large half-broken sign of a big beer mug at its front.

The visage of broken and torn furniture came into view as I continued to scan my eyes around there

But there was still a road that crossed to path of a single left and right.

I felt something cold creeping up onto my back.

All I saw so far was just carriages, but no cars. Not anywhere. I haven't even see the trace of anything modern. Is this place some kind of rural town or something?

And what the hell happened here that did this? It's some terror attack. It's gotta be that.

Gotta be. If not, what the hell else?

There was still no sign of life in sight either. Not a single soul.

I let my legs slowly speed up, letting my frail feeling legs progress into a slow jog. I found myself gaining up onto the crossroad, where the one ruined carriage was laid near.

I finally came up on near the carriage and stopped myself just about what I saw was few dozen meters away from the large broken sign.

Alright...

Left or Right?

Buildings still blocked my field of view on both sides, and there was not much I could see where both streets led.

I think...I think I'll choose left. Where that busted carria-

My legs stopped, and I found myself swallowing a huge lump in my throat at sight of something:

In the singular moment, that singular fucking moment that I faced with eyes down the left street, I found myself having been made a witness to the sight.

What caught my eyes in an instant, was the fresh looking corpses scattered. down the street. Mutilated, and ripped had the whole of their lower half torn with entrails leaking, some others had limbs mangled, crushed and pulverized.

I quickly turned myself away, my eyes facing back to the other street. Fuck!

Something started to churn inside my stomach. Bile.

I couldn't hold it.

I felt the sound of a gag elicited from my throat, before I found myself puking green, face down on the stone streets.

"Shit!"I muttered, low and in repeat like a a broken record.

"Oh fuck!"

"Christ!"

I found myself spitting and slurring out a flurry of words.

My eyes beheld upon the corpses strewn about again, and I couldn't force my eyes shut.

My breathing had started to hasten again. My voice sounded wobbly and incoherent , and I found my hands shaking.

I took a single step back. Then, another step. And then one more step, but I felt something tap against for a moment on the back of my leg, before I felt my world turn up a bit.

I had slipped.

I found myself landing on my ass, my hips with a slight ache, and my legs shaking.

My mouth was still stuttering and muttering in heart was starting to beat even faster in my chest.

But then right there, a rumble. A vibration. The ground. The earth. It was rumbling. It shook.

I caught the sight of little pieces of debris shook violently around myself, and I noticed the shaking was far behind me. Somewhere far back. Beyond that wall of thick smog.

I turned my head around to where I felt the source of it all.

And through a gray smoke, a not too distant silhouette of a humanoid. Too large for a human being.

And it was stepping towards where I am. Whatever it was, it was towering up into the smoke in the sky, and the buildings nearby too.

But then the smoke in the sky had started started to clear through. And I felt my eyes start to enlarge to the size of dinnerplates at what caught my eye through the gradually clearing smoke-laden sky.

The sight of what looked like a wall, massively towering over any buildings like something unreachable, something wholly imperceptible. Like somewhere you have no hope of reaching.

And down the stone streets, what was slowly approaching and heaving itself, was as gigantic as the buildings located upon it opposite sides.

A Titan.

Something known to me only from a series, of what I once known pretty surely as just purely fiction. Not real. Fake. Something in a pages of drawings, and frames and frames of jutting, constantly flickering animation. Just, nothing.