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Echoes of Olympus: Birth of the Giants

Echoes of Olympus: Wrath of Gaia

Echoes of Olympus: Birth of the Giants

In the wake of defeat, her fury took flight, Gaia seethed in the shadows, defiant in spite. The Olympians had triumphed, but she would not yield, Her vengeance took root in the blood-soaked field.

From the depths of the earth, from war’s crimson tide, She summoned forth Giants, born savage and wide. Shaped in the darkness of Tartarus’ womb, Or hewn from Uranus’ celestial tomb.

Colossal in form, with strength untold, Limbs like mountains, unshaken, bold. Their serpent tails coiled, their wrath set alight, A force of destruction to challenge divine might.

Each bore the power of earth’s primal rage, Their weapons were nature—untamed and uncaged. Some rose as dragons, their scales gleaming bright, Others loomed monstrous, a terror in sight.

Gaia had birthed an army of dread, A legion of night where no mercy was bred. They rose from the soil, the heavens grew dim, Thunderous steps shook the world at its rim.

The halls of Olympus trembled with fear, As Giants ascended, their vengeance severe. No fear in their hearts, no mercy to give, The war of the ages was fated to live.

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