Long before civilization, in a dark time before gods, where the plane was raw and unrefined, there were beings that walked the plane. They towered the desolate, primitive lands searching for purpose, for function, and for sustenance. They were came to be known as TItans. Two titans were never the same. Each with different essences. A titan will embody an abstract idea and it will be its purpose, its flame that it will never want to go out. The titans were not sentient enough to make order of what they had. They only roamed.. until.. civilization dawned.
The first civilizations worshipped the titans as gods but the gods did not care for the mortals. With this, gods were ascended. Mortals believed and prayed to gods. The mortals were protected by the gods. This started the first war amongst the gods and titans.
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Now, there are no more titans that roam. All have been known to be dead. Their bodies gone to the past and ruins. The gods have the essences of the titans.. or so we thought.
H̶͙͇̻̉͠ o̴̗̹͂ p̷̳͚̼̎͂̓ e̸͖̾̆ͅ l̸̟̀͊ ȇ̴̞͐͜͝ s̸̱͔̠͝ s̶̲͔͛ n̵̟̮̤̿̚ ḙ̵̠̥̀̽͠ s̶͙͑͜ s̶͍͐͜
F̸̬́ ̵̲̀͊i̵͇̪̽ ̴͇̌͜l̶͖̪͒ ̷̝̝̀t̴̢̞̽͋ ̵̭͐h̷̻͎̎̂
Ą̸͐̓ ̸̟̯̖̍̓b̵̝͎̿̅̓ͅ ̷͇́͜o̵̦̔̀ ̵͉̬̆͊m̶͎̟̠̊̎̚ ̶͚͠͝i̷̧͚̽̆ ̴̰̣̋͑͗ň̶̺̓ ̸͕̕ȁ̴̛̻̼ ̷̙̎͐̀t̷̰̓͊ ̶͔̀̂ḯ̶̡͖̝̐̎ ̷̲̽o̷̹̐ ̴͍̜̝̿͛͊ņ̷̽͂͝
M̷̝̠̘͔̜̊ ̵̡̛̞̫̥͉͎̣͌̾͠O̵̡̥̱̝̥̺̪̿̍ ̴̣̤͍̯̥̈́Ṙ̸̢͇̦̯̣̱̇́̏ ̷̪̰͈̘̮͔̓̓̅̚͘͠Ę̷͉̰͔̦͝ͅ
̵̢̪͖̂̄Ẉ̵̧̲̙̥̙̇̓̀̿̕ͅ ̷̨̡̛̛̛̗͔̟͌̀̌͜͠Ǐ̵͇̗͖̮͔̏̂̌̕ ̷̦͔̯͂L̷̢̟̀̆̄ ̸̡̭̙̱̤̾̅Ĺ̸̞̺̭͋͛̈́͋̕ ̸̢̧̛̻̜͖͖̺̊́̉̎̾
̷̹̀͜C̵̨̳̮̜͎̩͙̒̈́̋̈́͌͛͛ ̷̫̻͉̳̪̎̆̆͆͌̕Ǒ̴̜̜̖̝̫͈͛̀̈́͗͋̕ ̵̙͎͈͂̈̎́́M̷̻̝̦̭̲̖͌̑͝ ̸̻̭̹̫̔̌E̸̦̟̠͍̤͔̿̃͛
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