It was a towering figure surrounded by Golden Thunder and a translucent hurricane. Although they had never seen it before, the ancient memories within their bloodline compelled them to instinctively identify this being's race.
"Titan!"
The resounding cries echoed across the open mine. The Frost Giants, enslaved by Clodia as miners, turned toward Muria, kneeling more devoutly than they would before a deity, captivated by the throbbing call of their blood. Every giant had heard the legend of the Titans.
"This is within MY best assumptions, and the most likely scenario," a gentle voice whispered in Muria's ear. It was from the Legendary White Dragon, commenting on the shocking scene before them.
She was not surprised; she'd seen many such scenes on the Titan Islands. The only difference was that instead of her, the Frost Giants were now bowing to Muria.
