The countless years of the search, the hunt, had come to this fruition - to know this shadow that fell so greatly across the land and all its glorious things, one so dark that it dared creep into the heavens above and hells below, had a form... a name. It no longer was this nameless evil that walked among men that threatened to carve away what the world had intended all along, but it was undoubtedly not the first and not the last, this much was certain. All that could be said now, was that it was yet again an era for action. For sometime mortal men had toiled against one another in bloody wars, some so violent that the soil itself drank in their lifeblood for days after, but those were more recent in memory than any other previously. Strange was it to think that one could live in such a time, let alone such a place, so grand in its natural bounty and beauty, but all the same shattered apart by the destructive nature of the mortal races.

It was not as though they were incapable of doing good - having proven themselves on many account prior - but this? This was different, different enough from all those past. There was no doubt about such a matter, the great savage form itself being the living evidence that change was needed by forces from quite afar. Its heart thundered with the anticipation of what was to be done, for every ounce of primal fury at last had a direction, of which it had begun itself upon for several days now - a journey just starting, no less.

It traveled day and night, sleeping for but brief periods, feeding enough only to carry on again shortly thereafter immediately. It took time throughout to peer into this place it sought, but what it witnessed was seas of the dead and damned. A strangle polarity of abundant nature among horrors unalive - abominations of some great cataclysm. Having known this place before, long before all this at that, it was a sorrow to set eyes on it now where its peoples, who had wasted nothing, found themselves reduced to just that; absolute nothing. But it raised more questions each time the leviathan of fur and fury peered into the waters of a conjured spring.

What matter was the purpose of this place? Why was it here, and only here, could the shadow of men be seen in brief? Was it the ambient power of it all - the amalgamation of life and death - or was it just that it had at last faltered, just as any man inevitably would? No matter the answer, the fearsome animal in all of its regal and noble glory, was displeased with what it could think of as a suitable explanation. It only urged the primeval titan on...