The Creator descended in deepest winter
"Apas?!"
"That Dark Demon King?!"
All the Titan frowned.
In that battle tens of thousands of years ago, some of them participated, while others were not even born yet.
However, the Demon King Apas had an extremely bad reputation among the Gaen Giant.
He was the first to rebel against the rule of the Gaen Giant, and the strongest to lead his people back to the Anbis Mountains during the Second War, at one point even defeating the Gaen Giant and causing them to lose their Ancestral Land Anbis Mountains region.
Only Renfel, the Titan of Fire, laughed loudly.
"Gentlemen, if Apas dares to reappear, I, Lunfu'er, will surely capture him, take him to the Mountain Range of the Anbis Mountains, and in front of countless people, before the Sun and Moon Stars, mountains, and earth, before the gaze of the great Creator, I will behead him and proclaim the majesty of the Titan."
These words brought smiles to the faces of the Titan.
"Excellent, excellent. Lunfu'er has such courage; what is this Calamity compared to that?"
"Haha, it has to be you again, Lunfu'er."
"Alright, Lunfu'er, if Apas appears, I'll see what you do."
Everyone expressed their praise, but only Aymast, sitting on the Throne, felt disgust.
"Lunfu'er's actions are within my Authority as the King of Titan."
but.
On the surface
Aymast remained amiable.
"Alright, Lunfu'er, your courage will inspire all the Gaen Giant. If Apas returns, I will appoint you as the vanguard."
Then.
He rose from his Throne and spoke loudly.
"Gentlemen, having survived this Calamity, the Creator is watching over us. The only protagonist race of this world is us, the Gaen Giant; the only masters of this world are us, the Titan!"
"Roar!"
"Roar!"
The meeting adjourned.
The Titan went back to prepare.
Titana, daughter of the Titan King Aymaster and of Nature and Fate, emerged from the Ambis Mountains with a heavy heart and knelt in a lush forest.
This forest was cultivated by her own hands, and the trees inside are much taller and more lush than those in ordinary forests, with many trees reaching hundreds of meters in height.
She spoke devoutly.
"Great Creator, I beg for your help."
When the Blood-Colored Meteor Mitier descended upon the world, she had a very bad feeling.
In her premonition, it was as if the entire newborn natural world was wailing, and the whole earth was littered with corpses and rivers of blood.
to this end.
She didn't believe the Gaen Giant could win this war, or even if they did, it would be a Pyrrhic victory, with the Gaen Giant all dying.
To avoid such consequences, she decided to seek the help of the Great Creator.
pity.
The Creator's traces have vanished from the world for many years. If it weren't for the fact that the Gaen Giant witnessed the Creator's magnificence at their birth, and if it weren't for the whispers of the Tidal Giant Tyrande, who slept and wandered on the shore, many would have forgotten the existence of the Great Creator.
But how difficult it is to see the Creator!
You can't just see them whenever you want.
It depends on whether He wants to see you.
So she consulted the Tidal Giant Tyrande, the Giant who wielded the Tidal Authority, whose aura had become increasingly profound in recent years.
She told Natiya.
"The Creator has always been there; He is in every corner of the world, watching over the world He created."
"To see Him, either a major upheaval must occur in the world, or Heaven and Earth must require His appearance."
"Either He wants to see you."
"Otherwise, no matter how devout you are, it will be useless."
Seemingly sensing Natiya's inner thoughts, Tyrande added a comment.
"Furthermore, on this land, there are no eternal races, only cycles of succession."
"By preparing in advance, even though we will lose our status as the main race of heaven and earth, we can still exist in this world."
Tyrande's words surged through Natiya's heart like a tide, but she still hoped to see the Creator and seek a path for the future of the Gaen Giant.
so.
She knelt down in the middle of the lush forest and prayed devoutly.
On the first day, she gained nothing.
The same thing happened the next day.
Day 3... Day 4...
A month passed, and no matter how much Natiya prayed, the Creator never appeared.
Her actions became known to the Titan, who outwardly praised Natiya's persistence, for she was, after all, the daughter of the Titan King Aisimate.
But secretly, the Titan mocked her foolishness.
"If the Creator could be moved by such a method, wouldn't everyone in this world be able to see the great Creator?"
"Everyone's preparing for war, but she's doing nothing. Is she trying to slack off?!"
Only her father, Aismart, came to this forest to see his daughter once.
When he saw his daughter's devout posture and firm resolve, his initial anger turned into a deep sense of remorse.
From then on, she was left to pray in that forest.
And so time passed day by day.
This forest was later also called the Natiya Forest.
In the first year, the place where Natiya knelt was overgrown with weeds, the power of nature enveloped the area, but the Creator did not appear.
The following year, the trees around her grew even taller, but the Creator still did not appear.
In the third year, her woven bodice and grass skirt had withered, and only countless vines grew up to cover her body.
The fourth year...
In the seventh year, a seed fell into her long green hair.
And that winter.
Snowflakes were falling heavily, and the North Wind was howling.
Accompanied by the chill of deep winter.
The voice of the great Creator has finally arrived.
"Natiya, I've watched you here for seven years."
Your persistence and sincerity touched me.
Speak your wish.
Natiya had been kneeling stiffly, was overjoyed upon hearing the sound.
She was speechless with surprise, but she could not see the Creator's figure, yet the Creator's voice truly echoed in her ears.
She lowered her full, tall body and bowed her head to the earth.
"Great Creator, I foresee the demise of the Gaen Giant. Please save the Gaen Giant Race and grant us a glimmer of hope."
However, the Creator did not directly respond to her prayer, but instead spoke.
"War broke out on the land; it was a clash between ambition and greed."
"Ambition drove Gaen Giant to want more, to never be satisfied; so did greed."
"This is the bitter fruit sown at the birth of the Gaen Giant and the Morgan People; it is the punishment brought by their An Bi.
"If the Gaen Giant and the Morgan People wish to achieve true peace and tranquility, they must cleanse their hearts of desire."
"Otherwise, the war will continue indefinitely."
But that's absolutely impossible.
"Natiya, you can cleanse your heart of desire, but your people cannot."
"Then, what should we do?"
Natiya looked terrified.
"Are we just going to let our people be wiped out?"