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Like a cascade of falling stars, burnished leaves fell from the overhanging form of Cerces’ divine body - blotting out of the sky in streaks of vivid gold, the mark of each fallen leaf upon the earth was akin to a crater within Terravox’s muted perception. The demigod of Earth slumbered still, anchored to the world’s foundations but whose consciousness drifted as if unmoored alongside the winds and tides, made cognizant only by the Titans’ echoes.
Time weighed heavy on them all without Oronyx to guide the flow; the aberration born of Memory beholden only to their own goals, without care for this world.
Still, Terravox lingered - the passage of years no more than a construct to a being so ancient, a shapeless companion with whom their own nature had so long been entwined.
You are the oldest of countless beings / And must protect these brothers and sisters…
The dragon had never forgotten those words, that purpose forever engraved in their heart; it was for this reason that Terravox’s will persisted even as the world unravelled and their power waned.
Earth is patient, steady and enduring; the font from which all life is carved and the nurturer of all things.
Even in the face of a hopeless future, they will remain till all has been seen to completion.
The end is but the beginning - such is the nature of Permanence.
With eyes that pierced beyond even the false veil, the dragon awaited the arrival of their kin wreathed in cerulean; an azure form they had glimpsed only in dreams but whose bearing showed in every line the same oath of protection.
Soul that bears fierce but gentle winds, a strength without need for the malice and wrath of Sky.
Heart imprinted by tumultuous ocean currents, harnessed by unwavering will absent the fickle revelry of Ocean.
Oh mighty dragon who descends from the heaven’s,
Oh valiant guardian who strides along a path of your own making,
Will you be the one worthy of inheriting this mantle?
Will you be the one to help set this world free?