“The fire that shaped the world is stolen.
Damonax, mortal-born, wears the wrath of Titans—
Not with our blessing, but in defiance of it.
The gods may raise champions…
But not all are yet moved to speak your names.
Prove your worth, not in words, but in the old ways.
Begin with the Sea-King—
If he finds strength in your cause, others will follow.”
The golden flame expires.
Her last breath fades on the mountain wind. The light is gone.