With Iron Arms and Wind Legs, Ren waged war on the ancient races.
He did not sleep. Iron does not need sleep. He did not eat. The Wind fed him air.
He drove the Giants into the deep earth. He drove the Spirits into the deep woods. Humans were no longer slaves. They were masters.
Ren built the City of Dawn. He sat on a throne of Giant skulls. His people cheered for him. "King Ren! God Ren!"
But Ren looked at them with his grey, metallic eyes. He saw their fragility. He saw how easily they bled. He saw how they shivered in the cold.
"They are weak," Ren thought. "And because I protect them, they will stay weak."
He enacted the Law of Binding. "Every child must hunt a beast by age ten," Ren whistled. "If they fail, they are exiled."
The mothers cried. The fathers begged. Ren felt nothing. "I do not need your love," Ren thought. "I need your survival."