[Biotos]

  Biotos, the Titan of Life, woke when the Exodus ended.

  His blinks sent quaking ripples through the world’s crust, worsening the collapse already in motion. Far above, the human warships broke away from the world’s grasp, fleeing towards the void beyond. They wished to find a new home after they destroyed Eldeth, even leaving their own behind.

  How futile, the Titan grunted.

  These fragile creatures had always been parasites. Eldeth would be beautiful without them.

  Not yet, Biotos thought with a weary sigh. This wasn’t his time. But the dying world couldn’t endure much longer. By the eon his kind returned, Eldeth would be nothing more than rot and dust. There would be nothing left to inhabit.

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  Curse those old kings. Had they not interfered, this world might've been theirs already. Biotos lowered his gaze and let his blood fall from his veins.

  The rain of red soaked the earth and pushed the wave of death back. Its vitality slowed the world’s collapse to a crawl. Eldeth clung to life, wounded but breathing.

  “You’re worth it,” the Titan whispered, a faint smile touching his lips.

  As the world clawed its way towards a brighter future, sustained by the blood of its enemy, the Titan returned to slumber, hoping to see his kind the next time he blinked.

  In his wake, Eldeth struggled to survive. And the abandoned struggled along.

  They inherited the wounds, the ruins, and the tenacious spirit of a broken age. Another dawn rose over Eldeth, and over those who remained.

  The old history ended.

  A new saga began.