[Heimdalic_Dreams]

In the domain of Mor D'hora, where the heavens hung low over the Titanlands, Polyphemus, the towering giant with a single emerald orb for an eye, sat in brooding contemplation upon his grand, stone and bronze throne.

Within the atrium above's wide expanse, the sky had blessed him with a canvas of pink and purple-streaked beauty - Even as the stubborn sun fought its good fight, yielding to the eager moon's advance. The ambiance was replete with whispers of imminent conflict, fused with the biting cold memory of his last defeat at the steps of Tens Citadel... Yet amid the chaos of destiny, Polyphemus, the Titan of Babel, found himself pondering the continuity of his legacy.

For what seemed an eternity, he had presided over his realm with an iron fist, keeping too many monsters for him to count in order through the sheer berth of his power, and weight of his ambition - Yet in the face of the gathering storm, he felt the pressing need to ensure the survival of his legacy. The cyclops, always quick to divine the rhythm of fate, knew that the time had come to forge a new being, a child that would embody yet another one of his insatiable thirsts. The first he had melded into this existence, his favored daughter Howtia, had been such a boon to him. She, he imagined, would need a brother she could rely upon in the worst case of his capture. Or worse.

With a colossal snap of his finger, a row of Hoplites marched forward. Bearing almost all the glimmering treasures Polyphemus had amassed during his sojourn in these lands upon their fist-decor shields, each beast and monster having heads held high as they stomped in process. These were not mere trinkets, of course, but cores and fragments which each radiated separate forms of power; tokens of the creatures and beastly beings whom once claimed them as their own.

His Hoplites knelt first and reverently placed these beacons of strength at the colossal feet of their mighty lord, before constructing a domed palladium of gems beside his throne.

Polyphemus' command was a simple gesture, and in response, the Hoplites commenced to immerse the treasures into the sacred bowl that served as his daily dining vessel. This, of course, was no ordinary bowl, for it had witnessed the feeding of a titan, which would now become an immutable participant in the ritual that would result in the creation of a new being of immense power.

In a process which was as intricate as it was barbarous.

The gems were not masticated, but rather methodically swallowed whole - Deep within Polys' heart of hearts, he could feel their previous owners' anguished cries, each echo following the stones down the behemoth of a cyclops' gullet... And directly into the fiery depths of his belly. The Tartarus he had long since developed to one day cage the Gods.

Polyphemus could feel the Primordial Flame within him consuming the charms, polishing them to a near divine luster as they melted into being. He could hear the shattering of their spirits, the melodic cacophony of agony as they blended, tempered, and melded into the most base of their very essence... Being reborn through the phoenix-like process of the purest flame. The process was as arduous as it were lengthy, and his single eye would remain still upon the sight of the Atrium as he focused inward - Yet he knew the fruits of his labor would soon pay off.

Days melted into weeks, weeks into months, with Polyphemus patiently digesting the remnants of the once great warriors and beastly spirits. Just as he had birthed his wise daughter, who took the shape of his Passion, specifically for knowledge, the cyclops foresaw his new child assuming the mantle of his Lusts. Programming it with his skill, his power - His intricate battle history. Perhaps, some of his honor, in so long as it would not interfere with his primary functions. This would not be some mindless abomination, another aberration of sheer might to stalk the lands, but rather a creature as majestic as its parent. Infused with the boldness of a raging bull; mirroring the cyclops' own primal ferocity.

As the months continued to unfold, like layered yet constantly breaking glass domes besieged by cannons, the new entity would begin to assert itself within the Tartarus which was his belly. The Titan King could sense its appeal, its ego ever-growing, its hunger for the desolation that would herald Polyphemus' own legacy's continuation. However, this was not to be a mere savage child to emerge; this offspring, would be steeped in a formidable power and ego, one designed to enable its growth, to propel its desire for its own sphere of influence and dominance in these lands.

Yet as the youngling developed, the cyclops could feel the war drawing closer. Less than a year, now... He could also sense the inevitable choices he would be forced to make. For a titan as monumental as Polyphemus, his very survival would depend on his opponents - And knowing the Gods, placing his fate in their hands would be antithetical to his design and ambition. No - The emergence of this child promised to alter not only the landscape of the Titanlands, but the very tides of the conflict brewing on their horizon.

Polyphemus embraced his role as King - As Father. Even as sparks of anticipation acted as kindling within his own mighty heart. In time's crucible, Poly would oversee the transformation of a glass-like embryo, even as it sprouted from its mouth, into his favored wolf companion - Bloodmaw, the Lefthand of the Fall of the Gods. A child born from his well-laid plans, who would soon join him on the battle lines if all went well. He could only hope this child would be as resilient and formidable as its old father... Though also as able to carve its own path in this fight for supremacy in this turbulent world of champions, monsters, beasts, orchestrated as they were by the flippant hand of the gods above.

With determination in his heart and the flames of destruction within himself now paired to the soul of another, the Titan of Babel awaited the dawn that would herald his child's completion - Bringing with it a victorious future for the Titanlands...

And beyond.