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All my powers back now I'm scary to zombies
[ Deep within the confines of a mountain rage to the west, a dense and lush temperate forest blankets the land. The same forest serves as the proud "mane" of the lion-shaped Titan that swims throughout the cloud sea, carrying life and death upon its back as it has always done for millennia. It has only been more recently that it seems to be carrying more death along with it, but not by any fault of its own. Instead, it is the inhabitants that its has hosted for years that have turned to worshiping the art and philosophy of wars and battles-- wars and battles that span the world greater than just this single Titan's back.
It is during one of these battles that a fire razes many miles of its mane, clearing both brush and animals from their lands, charring the ground to render it useless, and forcing the evacuation of one of the cities housed upon the Titan's shoulders. And within one of the valleys of the mountain, it just so happens to char away enough vines and shrub to reveal a set of solemn stone doors carved directly into the cliffside.
There the Aegis lies within her sealed chamber, lying quietly within a glass casket decorated with ornate runes that have since fallen out of human language, faded and chipping away. A sword remains upon upright within the center of the room, steel worn and rusted, giving away that it is a replica. The Aegis herself, in all of her fabled might and glory, may look underwhelming in her current form as she lies there. Legends say that she had hair the color of gold, but here she is with a head crowned with red. The songs of old may also speak of how the emerald crystal upon her chest shone like the right eye of the dragon constellation, glorious and blinding and unmistakable; instead, the crystal's light is a dim, quiet pulse within the bleakness of the ruins, and barely able to cast any shadow.
The air is heavy within this chamber, thick like smoke and tasting like steel, stirring with only the slightest of movement from the shifting stance of the Titan itself. But that air, this chamber, and the Aegis herself will soon be disturbed when someone decides to enter. ]
It is during one of these battles that a fire razes many miles of its mane, clearing both brush and animals from their lands, charring the ground to render it useless, and forcing the evacuation of one of the cities housed upon the Titan's shoulders. And within one of the valleys of the mountain, it just so happens to char away enough vines and shrub to reveal a set of solemn stone doors carved directly into the cliffside.
There the Aegis lies within her sealed chamber, lying quietly within a glass casket decorated with ornate runes that have since fallen out of human language, faded and chipping away. A sword remains upon upright within the center of the room, steel worn and rusted, giving away that it is a replica. The Aegis herself, in all of her fabled might and glory, may look underwhelming in her current form as she lies there. Legends say that she had hair the color of gold, but here she is with a head crowned with red. The songs of old may also speak of how the emerald crystal upon her chest shone like the right eye of the dragon constellation, glorious and blinding and unmistakable; instead, the crystal's light is a dim, quiet pulse within the bleakness of the ruins, and barely able to cast any shadow.
The air is heavy within this chamber, thick like smoke and tasting like steel, stirring with only the slightest of movement from the shifting stance of the Titan itself. But that air, this chamber, and the Aegis herself will soon be disturbed when someone decides to enter. ]