It was a long, magnificent dream.
Dirtclaw dreamed he crossed vast oceans and scaled the highest peaks, entering a realm of pure wonder.
He dreamed he had ascended to become a Demigod. He stood atop the firmament, gazing down with indifference at the tiny, fragile lives crawling upon the earth.
In the dream, Dirtclaw held absolute authority. He commanded legions of thousands, a tide of steel and fury at his back.
In the dream, he buried champions with his own hands.
In the dream, he extinguished every spark of life in an entire world.
Only when that world crumbled into dust and the Void came rushing in did Dirtclaw realize the truth. Standing before him was a giant whose height defied comprehension—a titan with four heads and eight arms that inspired in Dirtclaw a limitless sense of awe, fanaticism, and worship.
"Wake up... wake... wake up..."
Orion's voice was ethereal, yet heavy with command.
