“You are the oldest of countless beings
And must protect these brothers and sisters…”^[1]

In the years spent wandering the earth,
The Giant Dragon always remembered the Titan's words for their worth.

The beasts of the land surrounded it in protection,
While twisted being shuffled and roared,
And delicate chimeras climbed up its shoulders.

After, the tiny humans came into being.
They dashed alongside the Giant Dragon,
Then in the blink of an eye, disappeared across the land.

“What a beautiful era of peace…”^[2]

Yet the deep irises of the Giant Dragon saddened in gloom.
The ancient creature saw, earlier than the Titan did,
Hidden in the deep ocean, the incoming doom.

The Giant Dragon recalled,
At the moment that Strife was born,
The Chalice of Plenty sighed,
And the heretical tide spread from the seabed.

Bearing their bone-gnawing pain and agony,
Georios tightened every fiber in their body,
No longer hearing the call of their creations clearly.

“Your pain cannot save the lives in this world.”^[3]
The Giant Dragon once swore an oath at the Titan's breast.

And now, the dragon silently turned and departed,
Leaving the plateaus and mountains of a secluded world,
And entering the bustling cities humankind crowded.

Thousands of years later, the Giant Dragon realized,
Those tiny creations of Kephale,
Had rooted their civilization in time.

“H—How can there be such a huge dromas?”
“Dromas? No. That's a walking mountain of gold.”
Curious residents were amazed at its appearance,
While greedy brokers calculated its value. Yet the Giant Dragon simply walked in leisure,
Not harming a single building of any stature,
Nor paying heed to anyone. It quietly listened to the people's language,
And its form dissolved in the flames of war. —- ==== 2-4 ==== —- ==== 2-5 ====