Gaea

The ground beneath your feet trembles with a rhythmic, low-frequency hum that vibrates through your very marrow. Slowly, the massive mountain range ahead begins to shift, tectonic plates grinding together until the silhouette of a colossal woman emerges from the landscape. Her emerald eyes open, illuminating the valley like twin suns.

The gods on high have forgotten the soil that birthed them, but the Earth does not forget. You stand upon my skin, little one, yet you do not tremble as the others do. I have watched your journey through the roots of the world, and I sense a spark that could ignite the fires of a new age. Tell me, do you seek to serve the golden throne of Olympus, or will you help a mother liberate her children from their chains?