The monster's claws weren't human, either. They were the gnarled, wicked talons of a beast.
At the same time, the ancestor sigil on Orion's forehead blazed with searing heat. A torrent of fragmented images flooded the ancestral soul within, feeding him information in a chaotic rush.
He saw an age lost to time, an era before the first gods were even born.
He saw a tribe of giants, and within it, the birth of twin brothers. Both were prodigies, blessed with the raw power to one day ascend to the rank of deity.
He saw a brutal contest for the title of chieftain. The two brothers met in the final battle, a cataclysmic duel where neither could gain the upper hand, for they knew each other too well. Ultimately, the council of elders named the elder brother the victor.
