Once, long ago in the Shadow Lands far to the East of the World, there was an army marching to war. A small host of five thousand soldiers, marching to bolster the forces of its allied army. As the army passed through a narrow gap in the mountains, however, they were beset upon by the very allies they'd sworn to aid. Betrayed, outnumbered and outflanked, the army was soon eradicated by a storm of arrows and swords coming in from all sides.

No one remembers the reason for the betrayal, but the folk living in the Shadow Lands swore that a ghastly storm of green lightning raged on for months, scorching the mountains with endless rain and thunder. Finally, after an entire year, the storm abated, and from the narrow gap strode forth a giant clad in Blackened Metal plates, wielding a massive mace. And since then, whispers and stories were told of how a Black Titan ravaged an entire kingdom to dust, the same kingdom that'd betrayed their army.

And - for thousands of years since then, though no one really knows for sure how long - tales of a Giant, clad in Black Metal, appearing in fierce battefields and slaughtering soldiers from both sides, were told in awe and terror.