Martin stood at the edge of the town center. Not far above him he knew was the floating fortress. He felt the energy pushing the titan aloft in the air.
A force large enough to be mistaken with the divine, but artificial.
Martin slid over to the church at the town center. He stood before it's gates and fell an uneasy shiver. He decided to go around the outside instead and used his new found strengths to climb to the top of the tower. There he sat down next to a gargoyle. It's shape spoke of potential of life, had he read somewhere of vampires animating these creatures to do their bidding? Food for thought.
[b]Food.[/b]
That word echoed trough his now vast mind.
He took out one of his last blood bags and stuck his fangs in it. It was cold, but sweet, he could feel life overcome him and energy coursing trough his veins.
Martin felt powerful, for a second he thought he'd sensed the gargoyle move. Maybe. But this was only the cold stuff from a bag, imagine what fresh blood would do to him.

"Only 3 more meters up. Easy jump for a vampire I believe." Martin muttered to himself.