"Well" said Crisis aloud, " it is at least good that they don't seem like they would end up being our enemies for now, but I believe we have to talk about that apparatus you have under your control" she looked straight at Lawrence, exuding a pressure that made even him feel quite unwell, almost causing his knees to cap in.
"Is this an attempt of rebellion or something of that matter?" she asked, her eyes drilling through the back of his head, the gold around him starting to rise, as if ready to strike and put him in unbreakable chains, or perhaps even turn him into one of her golden statues, all of which had once tried similar things, eternally bound to this place, ready to be used for material at any moment if she so wished, her authority, the power of a tyrant.
"No, I was simply unaware of it until recently" stammered the great tyrant who should have reigned above both metal and magma, the one who controlled the flames of a volcano and saved countless people, he who smithed life from sheer will, he who made the flames that had once fought against the forgotten warrior queen of the first age, she who was banished, though he had actually ended up outliving her, simply joining her after he had been beaten mercilessly, begging on his knees to survive.
When one looked at saint Lawrence one was inclined to think he was prideful, arrogant, powerful, but in truth, it was simple really, he was a smith, a creator, a master of blade-making, one that made golems to fight, he was no real fighter, and that was very clear to most tyrants who were able to easily discern that, defeating him if he did not have any golems with him.
Normally he would not have survived in the forsaken realm where tyrants were sometimes hunted down right after their birth, to be destroyed so they might not be all that powerful and destroy the destroyers, the few survivors joining the more powerful ones, but, other than Crisis who was just more powerful than her hunters, taking his place after she had entered the forsaken realm, he was used to grovelling, to acting, to hiding, to rebelling, to lying more than most others, because he was truthful to himself when it came to the fact he was pathetic, he was willing to do anything to survive, that's how he had lived for over two thousand years before dying the first time, his caution even allowing him to come back eventually.
"Before I vanished I had spent, as I had already told the five ones I had brought here, I had spent a millennium in creating that creature, it was just never finished up, never ended, never died..." he began, the gold going downwards, vanishing into the grounds like raindrops into ponds.
"It was supposed to be something entirely different, a city, ten miles wide, containing auto-efficient and self-sufficient factories constantly creating new beasts and golems to use in battles, which the city was in turn supposed to use to grow further, using the light to power the houses that would have rested atop it under a great dome created by the magic gathered from the beast's corpses."
"The core of the city would have become autonomous at some point as well, making self-sufficient decisions, sending artificial humans to repair cracks, made of magma, of course, the dragons and other flying creatures also being equipped with map-making magic that would have recorded everything and used it to gather lost people in the forsaken realm, widening the cities populace to an acceptable degree."
"A self-sufficient, highly protected and advanced city atop an invincible creature that would have smashed even tyrant-ranks at some point or another, or so I had hoped."
"Before I was able to finish her, my greatest masterpiece, my beauty, her I called Sadr're, meaning king of fire in the language of my home, I was killed." he ended it, not revealing who he was killed by, or even what it was, only revealing that he had died once more, his eyes pleading with Crisis to not ask him about what had happened exactly.
"Nevertheless, the primary function, the gathering of resources had already been activated, and the relatively small creature of back then, a whole mile wide, metal materials atop it's back, the basic and fundamental things needed for golem-manufacturing hidden deep inside the being, was going on the entire time as I had died."
"By my own estimations from that ridiculous size, causing it to travel only it's own length every hour, still being four times as fast as the sound, a size the third of a moderately big planet, at least in width and circumference, the size of 3287.5 miles, over 6 thousand miles of tentacles, constantly flowing between the space of the white veil, the space we never fully understood."
"I had utilized the intent infused into it to make it float to hold it off from falling through, causing an eternal paradox, the entire thing practically becoming flat as soon as it entered the white, my greatest pride." he uttered, a smile atop his face, before Crisis finally interrupted him, asking her own question.
"It must have taken place during the first era, over seven thousand years ago?" she asked.
"Indeed, during the beginning of it all, with approval by the great warrior queen, though she no longer lives with us from what I can tell, her signature presence being nowhere to be seen, as if devoured from the face of earth..."
"Though, there are some worrying side-effects from letting something like this run for so long I am not going to bore you with them" he bowed down, a hand on his chest, walking backwards, " I believe it is time for you to meet the two, Avere and Leyk, perhaps even Cades if he so chooses, if you are so ready." he hesitated.
"They were pretty much in what seemed to be a trance during the entire time they walked through the bazar and all, I am pretty sure they don't even remember me telling them about the city and all, but they do remember some things of the realms history, so there is that."
And with that, Lawrence exited the room filled with pillars, a golden flame still frozen in the far end of it all, the golden queen looking down, ready for her next few visitors, a smile spreading across her face as she uttered a few words into the silence where she would be certain not one person would hear her.
"Those that know will rule." the demigod said silently, mere moments before Avere and Leyk finally entered the golden room adorned with countless pillars that had slightly changed their patterns, the steps of the duo, one now barefooted, the child of silver, who once more was adorned with wings, the slight armour now in a different style but still flexible and above his chest, the handsome man now looking slightly less defined, showing his nervosity, but still interested and more powerful than the average scribe by a wide mile.