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Echomar, the Abyssal Chanter – Bane of the Vile Titan
Long before the Vile Titan emerged from the Abyssal Maw, the ocean itself had a guardian—one who sang the tides into motion and wove the currents into song. This was Echomar, the Abyssal Chanter, a bard whose voice carried the weight of the deep and the fury of all who dwelled beneath the waves.

When the Vile Titan rose from the depths, twisted and ravenous, it sought dominion over the abyss. The trenches of Geode trembled beneath its corruption, and even the sea itself recoiled from its presence.

But the ocean does not yield.

From the Midnight Shoals, where bioluminescent creatures whispered secrets of the deep, Echomar emerged to challenge the titan. His armor shimmered with the shifting hues of abyssal fish.

As the Vile Titan clawed its way toward the surface, Echomar stood before it, defiant. He raised his lute and let loose a song unlike any the depths had ever heard—a melody woven with the very essence of the abyss, a harmony that turned the sea itself against the corruption.

The waters surged. The currents howled. For every step the Vile Titan took, the tides pushed it back.

The Vile Titan roared, its ichor staining the water with darkness. It lashed out with bone and bile, but Echomar's voice shattered its strikes like fragile glass. Every verse of his song carried the rage of the ocean, and the abyss itself answered his call.

The battle raged for days, but in the end, the titan could not overcome the bard’s melody. Weakened, wounded, it retreated into the chasm, sealed away by Echomar’s final, haunting note—a song that still echoes through the trenches, warning all who dare disturb the abyss.
Yet the bard knows the Vile Titan is not truly defeated. One day, it will rise again. And when it does, Echomar will be waiting.

(yes I know TheLoveDr, We're just trying to build lore XD)

The Vile Slime

Natural pray to the Vile Titan, the slime species has suffered for many many centuries to the limbs of its predator. Where no light could be seen, where no sound from the surface reached, poor critter creatures lost the path to their homes and were left there to starve, but fortunately for the slime species, that was the perfect environment for evolution, they can't see, they can't talk, they can't eat and they can't hear, but they absorb, and the bones of those poor critters were absorbed to form a bone structure around the slime as a form of protection from the hungry titans.
After centuries hidden within the depths of the geode caves, when they were thought to be extinct, the slime species resurfaces, but so different from what was seen before, that it was given a new name by Geodians and Trovians alike: the Vile Slimes.

The Birth of the Vile Titan
Deep within the subterranean caverns of Geode, where light barely reached and the air reeked of decay, a Heckbug Monarch strayed too far from its kin. This was no ordinary Heckbug; its carapace shimmered with iridescent green and deep violet hues, an anomaly among its crimson brethren. Drawn by an unnatural force, it ventured toward the Abyssal Maw—a forbidden chasm where the Bile Titans roamed.

A monstrous form stirred in the darkness. Alyxthesius, a titan of bile and bone, regarded the tiny intruder with a gaze like burning emeralds. Amused, it extended a skeletal claw, dripping with vile ichor. Instead of fleeing, the Heckbug embraced the corruption, its chitin hardening into a fusion of bone and exoskeleton.

Days passed. Then weeks. From the depths, a new creature emerged.

The Vile Titan.

Its body was a nightmarish fusion—gnarled chitin plating twisted around jagged, bone-like ridges, its form reinforced by spiked limbs and an armored shell. Patches of raw, exposed bone jutted through its deep green exoskeleton, webbed with veins of sickly violet energy. Its mandibles curled into a permanent, menacing grin, with an eerie, calculating hunger.

Neither pure Heckbug nor full Bile Titan, it was something… greater.

And now, it sought to claim its place above them all.

Shrouded in the darkness of night, the Nightstalker is a lethal hunter whose presence is felt only when it is too late. A master of stealth and precision, tracking his prey with unwavering patience.